I sat down here to rant and rave about someone in my life that I must be around often. This person and I, are for a lack of better terms Godly sandpaper. You see she rubs me the wrong way. And I can’t for the life of me understand why God placed her in my path. I have heard my pastor’s wife use the term Godly sandpaper before. She told me God had placed that sandpaper-person in her life to smooth out her rough edges and show her another side to his personality that she was not familiar with. It was a rough road but they are all the “smoother” for it.
Well the other day my sandpaper-person was very upset that New York City was going to let the Muslims build a “big temple.” I personally haven’t heard anything about any of this and maybe my lack of TV and news is starting to catch up with me. She was disgusted that NYC was going to allow this after “they bomb the towers and killed all those people to build this thing.” She said, “You watch, the whole country is going to be like Michigan run over by Muslims and there will be sartorial hijab everywhere. It’s so disgusting I don’t know why they are going to let them do it. They already have their Adhan from their loud speaker on top of their minarets waking everybody up at 4 am. It’s going to be so big it will be all you can see. I just can’t believe they are going to let them do it.”
Now I was going to get on my blog and rudely bash her ignorance on the whole issue and better yet I was going to rip on her for being so harsh to a people who only need love. As I was driving home I thought God is LOVE, and we are made in his image. How will they ever see that he loves them if Christians like HER are so rude and unloving of THEM as a people. SHE judges THEM and doesn’t even know them.
Man let me tell you I had a dozzie of a blog ready to annihilate her and point out all of HER faults for not loving THEM. Just as I pulled up to my humble little apartment with my holy and righteous little fingers ready to type away, I realized something. … I was HER and she was THEM, I mean they were her and she was me. Or no that could never be, I wasn’t like my sandpaper-person. She was wrong; yes the fault was HERs or was it mine. I didn’t know.
It stinks to realize that I am not only a harlot and faithless bride, but a Pharisee as well. God IS LOVE!
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Also, BTW, I think its funny that people think that about Michigan...it's not really like that at all.
http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2010/08/04/lawsuit-challenges-ground-zero-mosque/(I guess I'm still sandpapering. Sorry!)
Rae sweet Rae, Please keep being my gentle sandpaper. I know I am the ignorant one when it comes to news, I know almost nothing about the world’s events. I am very ashamed of this.
I was merely sad at her attitude toward the people group and in the long run found out even about that I need to be softer with her. But thanks for the link it was helpful.
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