it is easy to judge the unknown. easy to condemn the faceless or the foreign.
but what if The Aids Victims weren’t just a mass of humanity 5,000 miles from you, but a preschooler at your church. what if The Poor weren’t just underachievers, but your unemployed best friend. if The Homosexuals weren’t just scary-different, but your dad. what if the girl contemplating An Abortion was the hurting teenager who lives next door.
what if we let our politicized eyes become humanized.
and instead of social agenda items, we saw people.
individual image bearers of the most high God.
