In the last several weeks, I have had the wonderful opportunity to meet so many people from all over the world. A few of the places have been: Ethiopia, Sweden, England, Mexico, Dominican Republic, Cambodia, India, China, and Canada. Sorry, no one from the country of Texas. I find people fascinating, to be honest. I love asking them questions about their countries. What is amazing to me, is they all want to come here.
I have met Democrats and Republicans. Some were African-Americans that voted for Trump and others votes for Clinton. Some were White-American and voted for Trump, and some for Clinton.
What you realize is that people are people. None of us are perfect, and all of us have some prejudice in us. Which means, we pre-judge. Sometimes this is helpful because it can keep us safe. Other times it could keep us from the divine appointments of God.
I have listened as people have told me their stories and their pain. I find that I don't care if they are white or black, Americans or Foreigners, I just want to listen and if the opportunity comes up, tell them about Jesus and the wonderful Kingdom. I enjoy it when they sit down and say that their life is a mess and need help. This confession has lead to the incredible privilege of leading several of them to Christ.
I find that I don't care what class they fit in, I just want them to know the Gospel of the Kingdom and the Son who sits on high. I know for some I am a white guy, and that means to them I am a racist. If I choose not to get offended, I am more efficient in communicating. I have come to one main conclusion. Everyone is hurting and in need of the Gospel of the Kingdom of God. I tell them I am not interested in making them a Christian, but to introduce them to the most Glorious Father. My goal is to release the spirit of adoption, not to grow a religion.
I would like to tell you about several people. The first we will call Mary (not her name). From the moment I met her, she began to tell me how she needs to change her life. She was a young girl that comes from a family that is well off financially. I was able to spend ten to fifteen minutes telling her how much the Father loves her and about the Son that changed everything. Before she had to leave, I had the privilege of praying with her. She excepted Christ as her Savior and Lord, and her life will never be the same.
I also had the privilege of talking to a young woman who we will call Carrie. (not her name). She immediately began to tell me of her bad choices and depression. In about twenty minutes I was able to show her the love of God., Displaying His love by putting her and me together so I could tell her how much He loves her. She struggles with believing that because her parents were abusive. We had a warm and friendly time together. Nothing I love more than hosting God's children and bringing hope into their lives. I prayed for her and gave her my card. She then gave me a hug and went her way with a smile on her face that has been hidden for some time I believe. With tears in her eyes from being loved for the first time in a long while, she went away happy.
I met a gentleman yesterday in Starbucks, and we will call him Steve. (Not his name, but Starbuck was real) He sits down next to me, and his first words were, "I am a Jew and a Democrat." I replied that he would not be killed for that. For over 90 minutes we talked about politics and God. We began a friendship. He told me that he was hurting and I could tell he just needed a friend. When we were down, he let me pray for him, and he asked for a hug. He is 65.
What the world needs is not another argument, but those who are willing to listen to people in their absolute pain. They need to know that they are loved, respected and have value. I have ministered to people from a broad spectrum of ethnic backgrounds, but all of them were from the human race. I refuse to class individuals in a filing system, even if the world demands that I do. There are only a couple of categories for me. Those who need to hear the message of the Kingdom and those who need to hear it again.
I am a bondservant of Christ and compelled to preach the Gospel. I can do nothing else. To do this according to the grace of God, I cannot look at people as anything other than His creation. People to whom He sent His Son and died on our behalf. Worthy of His best, there are no inferior people. They are almost all hurting and in need of Jesus.
In this world, with all its hate and anger, I find that I too have struggled to maintain my peace at times. I have just avoided the news for almost a year. I have a desire for our country to come together and realized that there are those in this country who feel the sting of racism. I too have felt it. It is painful. I have tried to treat people with respect, love, and kindness. I am not perfect in this.
If you yell at me and call me a racist, I can almost guarantee that the conversation will end and there will be no progress. For those who confess Christ, we will have to listen more and pray without ceasing. The harvest is right for the picking, but you will have to go into the fields. I make this one commitment. I will do my best to love, but I do have boundaries. To have compassion, there must be boundaries. Otherwise, those who try to help are taken advantage of and will have nothing left to give. If I have failed to this to you, then please forgive me. I find that I am still in process.
God bless you and may the Lord's peace overtake you.