I had to go to the bathroom all afternoon but I waited because I’m a mom and we never go potty on time, and also because I was replying to comments from yesterday’s post.
But at the 3rd comment – the third – justifying the continued use of the phrase “love the sinner, hate the sin” because of child abuse and human trafficking and child porn, my brain popped. My jaw was on the floor. Because do we really think that clinging to phrases like “love the sinner, hate the sin” helps combat trafficking? And abuse? And porn? Are we making that argument now? That slinging “love the sinner, hate the sin” is going to protect the defenseless and champion the marginalized and bring justice and mercy to people crying out in pain? Seriously?
I worked myself up into quite the angry tizzy fit, friends.
It was spectacular!
Why? Why? WHY? I kept saying in my mind. And I had a thousand thousand responses to make, all of which were brilliant and made important points and were pithy, and, OK, maybe the tiniest bit pissy and not very Love People Different Than Me, but GAH! I’M RIGHT and THEY’RE WRONG! And RED HERRINGS! And I WAS TALKING ABOUT BEING ON CULTURAL SIN WATCH, NOT INSTITUTIONALIZED EVIL!
Which is when I sneezed and wet my pants.
Colossians 3:23 says “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart.” And I want you to know, I wet my pants like I meant it.
P.S. Sometimes Jesus has a weird sense of humor. Thanks a lot, Jesus.
P.P.S. For people concerned about issues like human trafficking, I encourage you to check out the work of International Justice Mission.