In His Image, not mine

I have started writing this entry about four times now...each time I have erased it all. Maybe what I write this time will be more profound than the last and stick to the page like glue. We will see...

I'm different. Now that is a bold statement. I know that I look like no one else, talk like no one else, and think like no one else. Growing up, they always told us that God created no one else like me, that we are unique beings and were made in the image of God.

Hearing that as a child is comforting. I mean.. I had braces, thick glasses, not the coolest of clothes, and therefore I was different. Well, I grew out of the phase.. got contact, the teeth were straight, got a job to buy my own clothes.. you know the routine.

Well, I think we are called to be different in Christ. Tonight, I was having a conversation with two people and the topic of homosexuality in churches came up. I admitted that am not against it. Oh no.. did she just say that gays in the church are ok? Well.. yes.

When I make that statement, I feel almost as if a spotlight were shining in on me...pointing me out as a heretic. For goodness sakes.. some would say I am going to Hell because I accept gay people.

Well, I don't take this lightly. I thought that we were all made "different" by God in his image. I am pretty sure that there is not a scripture about who I should accept and who I shouldn't. The great commission doesn't tell me to go into all the world and tell everyone accept gays.. or for that matter.. alcoholics, cheaters, homeless....well you get my point.


I guess I just wanted to share that I feel God loves all people. Surprise, Surprise. I really feel the church (as we, not God, have created it) is doing the world an injustice. God wants to be in a relationship with all people.. not just the elite.. so really.. why don't people just accept that they aren't the only ones God loves.. and move on.