The Healing Power of Love

She was eleven years old. She had big brown eyes and wore her hair in puff-ball pigtails almost every day. At first glance, she looked like other girls at the summer program her age who loved listening to Justin Bieber and jumping rope. But something was different. When the other girls were turning ropes and jumping, she would run in when it wasn’t her turn and mess up whoever was jumping; she would rip the rope out of their hands. On her brother’s birthday, she wrote him a card that said she hoped he died. It wasn’t long before the other kids avoided her. And that was how she wanted it.

It wasn’t because she was a mean kid inside. It was the only way she knew how to protect herself.

While I never knew her full story when I taught her that summer, I could tell she had been hurt. She came from a broken and mixed up world where people let her down and abandoned her. So, the only way she thought she could protect herself was by being hateful and pushing people away.

She was not an easy kid to love.

But I was determined to get through to her. While her outward behavior was rude and unsettling, her inner heart was that of a broken and hurting young girl who desperately wanted someone to care about her.

By the end of a summer of hugging her when she pushed me away, encouraging her to play with us when she would rather mess up the game and consistently telling her how much we all loved her, she had transformed. She was able to play nicely with her peers and was happy and sociable. She even cried when I had to leave at the end of the summer. That was progress.

I can’t tell you five easy steps to heal the hurt and pain in this world. I can’t tell you the way to reach the lost. All I can point you to are the words of God found in 1 Peter 4:8, “Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins.”

Love. It sounds simple, but it is an incredibly difficult, complex request. It doesn’t matter what color skin someone has, what job they have, how much money they have, what their reputation is or what kind of family they come from — God’s love is able to break down all those barriers to bring healing and hope from the hurt of this world. We are God’s hands and feet in a dark world. It is our job to love. It is our job to invest in the lives of those around us — in our family, our church, our community and the world. It’s not going to be easy, but it’s what we are commanded to do.

Who have you loved today?

Chelsea Flowers Anderson is a Marine Corps veteran and current student at Liberty University. She is passionate about helping kids in need through foster care and community outreach. She is the proud mom of daughter RJ. 

Seek the Welfare of the City

 

“Thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel, to all the exiles whom I have sent into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: Build houses and live in them; plant gardens and eat their produce. Take wives and have sons and daughters; take wives for your sons, and give your daughters in marriage, that they may bear sons and daughters; multiply there, and do not decrease. But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare” (Jeremiah 29:4-7, ESV).

Many of my Christian friends ask me what they should do in a nation that increasingly rejects God as either a) non-existent or b) on the wrong side of history – an ironic concept given He is the maker of history, but I digress.

The instructions the Lord gave Jeremiah to pass on to the Israelites as they were dragged into exile in Babylon tell us what we must do. Rather than hunkering down in our enclaves out of fear or despair, waiting for the Lord to return and take us from this world, we are called to live our lives fully and “seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you…”

Instead of cursing the nation and its inhabitants, pray and show compassion and care. The early Christians in Rome cared about and for Roman women and children, the sick, the elderly and the downtrodden who needed God’s touch, so much so that the Roman emperor Julian complained about their effect on the culture:

These impious Galileans not only feed their own, but ours also; welcoming them with their agape, they attract them, as children are attracted with cakes…Whilst the pagan priests neglect the poor, the hated Galileans devote themselves to works of charity, and by a display of false compassion have established and given effect to their pernicious errors. Such practice is common among them, and causes contempt for our gods.

Christians were a minority under a pagan king, but they sought the welfare of the city, and in time, they prevailed.

You see, over time Christianity had taken a prominent role in the Roman Empire’s elite circles, and Julian railed against the “Galileans,” seeking to restore the traditional Roman gods at Christianity’s expense – thus the church’s name for him, “Julian the Apostate.” For his troubles, he is reflected in history as the last non-Christian emperor of Rome.

It’s important to note that Christians had gained prominence in Rome by that time not because of their numbers, or the use of force, or the persuasiveness of their ideas. Even when they were persecuted harshly, at risk of seizure of property, suppression of their rights as Roman citizens, imprisonment, torture or death, they cared for the least of Roman society.

In addition to ministering to the needs of the sick and the poor, they stood against social ills like abortion, infanticide, human sacrifice, the brutality of the gladiator games, and the degradation of women. Imagine the impact their charity must have had on the Roman people during the plagues, when they would care for sick Romans who had been abandoned by their own families, even though such actions could, and often did, result in their own deaths from contracting the disease.

Theologian T. M. Moore reminds us that God loves all people, and he expects us to be the tangible manifestation of His love, even to those who reject Him:

Even while they endured the hardships of exile in Babylon, the people of Israel needed to remember that God intended them to be a blessing to the world. People may rage against God, turn away from His Law, cast doubts on His existence, and pursue lives deliberately calculated to give offense to His holiness. Yet the love of God perseveres, even for such as these.

The Roman Empire was overcome by the power of Jesus Christ, not through the ways of the world, but the ways of God. The early Christians:

• Held steadfast to their faith even though it cost them everything, even their lives.
• Loved and cared for each other.
• Loved and cared for others.
• Prayed for the well-being of the nation in which they lived.

It was these extraordinary acts of obedience which led Romans to inquire about what manner of God the early Christians worshipped, and over time, they came to know and worship Him, too.

In imploring us to remember how we are to conduct ourselves in a nation without God, and, in light of what we observe, we must conclude that is where we find ourselves, I am not suggesting that we “shrink from declaring…the whole counsel of God” (Acts 20:27). There is nothing in the Bible that tells us not to speak the truth of the Word into a darkened world.

We are not promised that we will be loved for doing so, either. In fact, Jesus guarantees we will be hated (John 15:18), and a glaring weakness of Christians, especially those who have grown comfortable in relative prosperity, is the presumption that if they compromise a little, they will be loved, or at least tolerated, by the world. That is a lie straight from the depths of hell, and it has rendered far too many of us timid and useless to God.

Just as we are not to hide or obfuscate the truth of God’s Word, however, neither are we to create a cloistered subculture where we can hunker down until the Rapture. God’s desire is that all should come to Him, and none should perish (2 Peter 3:9), and He expects us to be the guides who point the people to Him.

No one wants to follow someone, however, who is angry or anxious about the current state of society, or doubtful of its redemption, and therefore chooses to wall themselves off from the world, hurling curses over the partition. History and God’s Word tell us how human hearts are won to Him, and we need to shake off whatever behavior is inhibiting us from seeking the welfare of the city.

Even in that act of sacrifice and other-centeredness, God makes us a promise – “in its welfare, you will find your welfare” (Jeremiah 29:7).

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Ron Miller of Lynchburg, Virginia is an associate dean and assistant professor of government at Liberty University, a conservative commentator and author of the book, SELLOUT: Musings from Uncle Tom's Porch. The nine-year plus veteran of the U.S. Air Force and married father of three writes columns for several online sites and print publications, and his own website, RonOnTheRight.com. Join him on Facebook, Google+ and Twitter. Title and affiliation are provided for identification purposes only. The views expressed in this article are those of the author and do not necessarily represent the views of, and should not be attributed to, Liberty University.

Does Celebrating Diversity Lead to Unity?

Diversity Management grew out of the Civil Rights struggle of the 1960’s. It opened doors for minorities in the workplace and has helped employers adapt to the changing demographics of society in the decades since. Minority cultures previously ignored by mainstream society slowly began to be noticed and appreciated, which began the process of bridging the significant gaps between cultures. Today most, if not all of the fortune 500 companies, offer some form of on-going diversity training designed to foster team building and encourage appreciation amongst their employees. We can only speculate what motivates corporations and their executives to invest so heartily in diversity training when the results are so tenuous, but quite possibly some executives are driven by a profound sense of altruism and decency. Others quite possibly are prompted by sheer pragmatism and a sense of protection for their own bottom line. Either way, I applaud corporate America for urging their employees to treat others with, simple respect. No harm can come from emphasizing respect, yet for all the energy expended to bring people together, there seems to be little return on their investment.

I talked with a young African American woman recently who told me “we are often still not welcome.” It troubles me to think that in spite of the progress over the last fifty years, society is still not there yet. Even more distressing though, is the reality that my young friend still feels unwelcome and thinks in terms of “we and they.” This is a sad commentary on the status of race relations in America today.

About ten years ago, I worked as a Diversity Manager during my companies roll out of its diversity initiative, to over 100,000 employees. I traveled along the east coast conducting training sessions in distribution centers and stores, on valuing diversity. I truly believed in the idea of celebrating our differences. I felt the roll out was significant and if embraced by our employees, would make us a better company to work for and more responsive to our customers needs. However, there was a disconnect somewhere for me. For all the effort there seemed to be little change.

Diversity programs typically identify racism as a root cause of many social problems and they attempt to address adverse behaviors through dialogue and education. The thinking seems to be that if people are educated about the differences between people and encouraged to celebrate those differences rather than look down upon them, we will all get along better. This might be true if when celebrating our differences we didn’t add value to people based on their differences, subtly encouraging them to be different. The implication is, my differences must be valued or there is something wrong with the other person. If someone fails to value my difference according to my expectation, they are insensitive, bigoted or even worse, they are racists. Neither the one holding an expectation to a particular type of treatment, nor the one accused of racism is likely to feel the love.

The Unity Model takes a different approach and begins with the belief that racism is rooted in sin. Built upon this understanding is the belief that Jesus Christ offers the only solution for the problem of sin. So, any attempt to effectively address racism must focus on Christ, or the effort will come up short. Unity is not, in and of itself the answer, since even unity can be twisted into evil. God intervened at the Tower of Babel when men began to unite for the purpose of making a name for themselves.1 He testified to the power of unity and cautioned us to its danger when directed away from His purposes, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”2 Jesus reminded us that He and the Father are one and desires for us to “be brought to complete unity to let the world know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.”3

Christ draws diverse people together and their Unity is evidence to the world of two things. First, God sent Jesus for our benefit and second, God loves us individually in the same way He loves Jesus. We must remember Unity is not natural because we are so diverse. Naturally we are more comfortable with people who are like ourselves. Therefore our Unity provides supernatural evidence of God’s presence in our midst. Our Unity will cause a watching world to wonder, what is different about us.

Unity celebrates our similarities where as Diversity celebrates our differences. Unity acknowledges that our value does not come from being different, but from being similar. We are fearfully and wonderfully made,4 unique in our personhood, yet all formed in the image of God.5 Our matchless fingerprints and exclusive DNA, testify to the fact that we are unique individuals before God and yet utterly common before mankind.

It is not our differences that make us strong, but our similarities. Celebrating Diversity overlooks the problem of sin and focuses on the individual. It trains us to expect certain treatment or demand censure; neither of which lead to unity. Only when we surrender our personal identities (skin color, culture, economics, education, etc.) and identify with Christ, can we be united with diverse peoples. Celebrating Diversity may be politically correct today, but it fails to deliver a lasting and genuine unity between people from a wide array of cultures.

Steve Weaver is founder and President of the Center for Racial Unity; a teaching and training organization located in Lynchburg, Virginia, specializing in issues of race. To find out more about the Center for Racial Unity visit their website at www.centerforracialunity.org.

1 Genesis 11:4.
2 Genesis 11:6-7. 
3 John 17:23.
4 Psalm 139:14.
5 Genesis 1:27. 

Does the Color of a Person’s Skin Matter?

I recently posed the question on Facebook; does the color of a person’s skin matter? I was hoping to illicit some responses which could lead to healthy discussions on race. Instead what I discovered was a collective yawn. I received a grand total of one response, which read essentially, “sometimes yes and sometimes no.” It seems that although the issues of race run deep and run continuously, they also seem to run below the surface. Concerns over skin color lie dormant until some actual or perceived injustice springs back to life, the cry of racism.

A few years back I was deeply moved by the testimony of a young teenage girl, given during a discussion about “race and how it affects me.” Her comments, to this day, produce a stir of emotions within my soul due too the profound truths she so innocently proclaimed. The discussion was part of an all night youth lock-in at the YMCA, culminating a two year cross cultural relationship between teenagers from two church youth groups; one group white, the other black.

Let me back up a little first. In 1995 I moved my family south, after having lived my entire life in Upstate New York. We suddenly began to encounter more African American’s in our daily interactions with society than we would have encounter in several months, back home. It was my observation at that time that although blacks and whites seemed too co-existed amicably at work and in society, there didn’t seem to be much personal interaction. This troubled me and I pondered how things “ought to be,” in light of living in the heart of the Bible belt.

My wife and I worked with our church’s youth program and we decided to phone around to see if there was a black church of similar size and located near by, which would be interested in working with us. Sure enough we found a church willing to push aside the status quo and tackle the issues of race head on. Our leadership teams met over dinner to discuss and design a strategy for getting to know one another. Although initially our interactions were tentative and sometimes awkward, we persevered and forged wonderful new relationships that previously were very unlikely.

Our youth met monthly and enjoyed swimming together, playing volleyball, bowling, basketball, roller- skating, worshiping at one another’s churches and other group activities too. For most of us, crossing the cultural barrier was a new experience, but one richly blessed with new understandings and insights. There were certainly challenges to overcome, such as the time we planned to visit a neighborhood swim club. I became concerned a couple of days before the event that the members of the swim club, located in a predominantly white neighborhood, might not appreciate sharing their facilities with twenty or so black teenagers. I didn’t want to assume the swim club members would be prejudiced and yet I feared that if they were, it would be very uncomfortable for our new friends to discover they were not welcome, with swim suit and towel in hand. So I called around to the board of directors of the swim club to seek permission for our use of the pool and facilities. In the end the board of directors had no issues with our use of the pool and the event went off without incident, but the awareness that something could go wrong was always in the back of my head; further evidence of the subtleness of racism.

Anyway, the night of the lock-in, the youth played basketball, swam and just had fun hanging out together and mingling until mid-night. During the two years of interaction prior to the lock-in, we never formally discussed race or anything related to race, so mid-night was selected as the right time to broach the subject. The youth were seated in a circle at center court and the discussion began. Initially the teen’s comments were general and polite. It was the consensus of the group, both black and white that racism wasn’t such a big deal. The teens felt that considerable progress had been over the years, but they didn’t feel their lives were significantly impacted by racism.

But then the girl I mentioned at the top of this article stood up and shared her story. She worked at a local convenience store as a cashier. She said, “When white people come in to pay her, especially the older white people, they lay their money on the counter because they don’t want to touch my skin.” Here was an innocent young girl sharing honestly from her heart, a very real pain she experienced regularly. She wondered why the color of her skin mattered so much and why she wasn’t good enough. This girl’s honesty provided others with permission to take off their masks too. I saw for the first time what was previously invisible to me and I have been forever changed by the courage of a teenage girl. I invite each of you to join me in taking off all of our masks so we can see what has been too long unseen. I honestly can’t remember the other stories shared that early morning, but I will never forget the girl who testified that the color of a person’s skin still matters; at least it does in her world.

Steve Weaver is founder and President of the Center for Racial Unity, a teaching and training organization specializing in issues of race, located in Lynchburg, Virginia. To find out more about the Center for Racial Unity visit their website at www.centerforracialunity.org.