I look around at the world today and I have never been more confused. There is so much fear and so much division. At what point was such a definitive line drawn as to who is "us" and who is "them?" And what about those of us who profess our faith in God? Is this the example that Jesus laid when he spoke with the woman at the well, or touched the quarantined leper? What about when he attended to a demoniac and set him free, confronted a stone-carrying mob, or to the women he honored and regarded in a time of complete female subjection? His love carried him outside of the bounds of what was culturally taboo, what was created out of fear. Jesus never eeked away from those who were different. He consistently inched towards people no matter the condition of their social standing, their brokenness, their sin. But we, in our own brokenness, believe the lie that different is dangerous.
No matter your coordinates on a map, your political or economic status, we all have the same blood coursing through our veins, the same chambers in our hearts, the same Spirit breathed into our bodies by the same God who created us all for unity and love. We weren't made to build walls, we were made to love and hold each other. The color of our skin doesn't bear a stigma of our values, but rather a geographical necessity designed for life. We fear because we don't understand the differences, and oftentimes would rather believe the lie than confront the error.
The only way I know to confront the massive divide is to inch closer to the things and the people that we fear. We were never called to do what is safe, we are called to extend ourselves in love. Let's not just say Jesus loves us, let's be the conduit of that love. Can we get close enough to the angry mob to see that the stones they carry are really for their own defense? Let's be gracious with our words, hungry enough for understanding that we leave space to discover that there are no others, but one big, global community of "us."