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Why don't you love somebody?

I read some blogs that are just so beautiful.  They are laid out in ways that immediately draw your eye and colour your day.  Their authors (I think of blog in terms of words) or creators (each post is like a work of art), are people that write stuff that captivates and motivates.  I want to be able to do that.  No, more honestly would be to say I want to be able to write posts that don't need pictures for people to read them.  

I have just read an amazing post about a man being freed from prison and the bloggers response to him.  She understands that loving this man, most others would ignore, will be the thing that changes him.   She gets that loving him tells him about Jesus.  Then I read all the comments and everyone is telling her how nice she is.  I want to comment and say she's not doing it to be nice, she's doing it because that's what people who say they love Jesus are supposed to do.  I was reminded today of the verse that speaks of hating family to follow Christ (Luke 14:26).  Eina (that means SORE for all of you that don't understand Afrikaans)!  Shane Claireborne goes onto say (the reminder came from The Irrestible Revolution) that "Biological family is too small of a vision. Patriotism is far too myopic. A love for our own relatives and a love for the people of our own country are not bad things, but our love does not stop at the border." God expects us to love our Christian brother (not that we are not to love the world.  It just that if we don't love our brother how is the world gonna take us seriously?).  And our Christian brother may be a different colour, he or she may be battling with sexual sin, they may be batling with addiction.  Our Christian brother may stink to the high heavens because they live on the streets.  Our Christian brother may just go to a different kind of church.  I guess what I'm trying to say is stop judging and start loving.  And I'm not saying I'm getting it right, I'm not.  I'm just saying I know its what God has told us to do. 

ok, ciao again.    
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