I am distrubed by the fact I don't have to go far to be made aware of my heart attitudes toward the poor, marginalized, disabled and outcast. I don't have to take a missions trip to Mexico or visit a hospital, but give me thirty minutes on my lunch break to show me how far I am from the heart of God.
I had to pick up toliet paper today and I work right next to a Walmart (Target is further down the street), so in order to save time on my precious break I decide to go to Walmart, even though I can't stand the place.
And the reason why leads me to a confession and a begging of God to change me.
And the reason why leads me to a confession and a begging of God to change me.
The minute I walk into that place I feel dirty, out of place, and irritated. I'm surrounded by people who are different from me and it freaks me out.
Different mindsets, different colors, different shapes, different languages, different ages, different status, different clothes, different smells, different cultures.
I'm writing this and my heart is slowly breaking as I realize what my pride is stealing from me. It is stealing the truth. The truth that God loves these people. They are made in His image. He desires each one of them to spend eternity with Him and to restore them as equally as He has and is restoring me.
"If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." 1 John 1:9
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I love you for admitting this. You have more guts than I do. You took the words right out of my heart.
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