The Trouble with Kim Davis…and me

I don’t know.  I’m at a bit of a loss as I think about Kim Davis & her stand for, well, I guess her stand against gay marriage.  She’s the gal that refused to issue marriage licenses to same-sex couples because of her deep moral convictions & then she was found in contempt of court and got herself thrown into jail.  Then she got released & had a press conference where she was cheered on by a bunch of folks and a couple of Republican presidential candidates.

kim davisI watched her on that podium.  I saw her stand there with her hands raised thanking God and her fellow prayer warriors {my words, not hers}.  I heard the cheers from the crowd showing support for her defiance and “bravery” to take a stand against something they all saw as immoral and wrong.  And I couldn’t help but think ‘what are you doing?’.

From the outside looking in, absolutely nothing about this situation looks inviting, welcoming or kind.  Rather, it looks a bit more like a mob of people with a belief pointing their fingers at something they see as bad and pushing it out.  No part of this says, “come just as you are, we want you to be included because we know that the Spirit is powerful & can turn in hearts that have never turned to Him before, if we just get out of the way and let Him move.”  If I was not a believer, I would never in a million years choose to become a part of what I saw there.  Run away.  How does this point anyone to Christ?

“But, oh my oh my, if we don’t tell them the truth about their sin, that’s not loving at all” I hear you naysayers saying.  And you might have a point. But I have a better one.  {just kidding…sort of…my point is going to be good though}  We have to be able to discern when we can speak truth into the lives of those we love. Catch that last bit?  Speak truth into the lives of those we love.  I don’t think it does any good to just throw around the “truth” without a relationship of love behind it.  That relationship is vital.  And it must be real.  Real.  Jesus did it.  I’m sure he wasn’t in agreement with the behaviours of the prostitutes that showed up at the dinner party at Matthew’s house.  But I can imagine that he was welcoming & kind, getting to know them before he shared the truth with them.  Time and time again it can be seen that Jesus welcomed, built a relationship and then told the truth.  And it seems that more often than not, Jesus’ big truth telling moments were just between him and the person he was truth-telling too.  That doesn’t look much like what was happening in Kentucky to me.

Sin grieves the Holy Spirit.  It makes him sad.  I think it made Jesus sad when he walked among us.  And it should sadden us to. It shouldn’t sadden us because it’s filthy.  It should sadden us because it is what separates each of us from God.  And it should sadden us to the point where we are so concerned for souls that we will do anything to reach them.  We will go to where they are.  We should be so overwhelmed with the truth we believe that we faithfully pray for those that haven’t found the hope we hold to.  I think rather than being moral compasses for the masses, we need to be the walking mercy along side each other. The religious obnoxiousness of Jesus’ day questioned why he hung out with tax collectors and sinners. Jesus’ answer is fairly familiar…he said because those who are well have no need of a physician, only those who are sick.

I wonder how often I’m looking for the sick?  How often am I earnestly wanting to find the sick to introduce them to the Physician?  And how often do I arrogantly think I’m the physician?  I’m not the physician, but I try to play one sometimes, getting people all fixed up before I invite them into my life.  Instead, I should be the ambulance inviting all kind of sinners into the van to meet the true Physician.  And on the way to Him, we can chat & get to know one another & build a relationship so that when the Physician approaches the sick will more likely want to meet him.

I’m saddened to realize that I tend to gather together with other believers far more often to build up great walls.  Walls that I hurl truth from like cannon balls from a mighty fortress.  I stand back and watch them flatten people while my friends cheer me on.  Some love {note sarcasm}.  Instead I think I need to be working together with others to build larger tables to invite more sinners to gather together. To put away the bombs, open the massive gates and let everyone in.  We can all share a meal and a conversation and build relationships.  I may not {will not} approve of everyone’s choices.  That’s true.  And after I’ve spent some time with them getting to be friends, I may have the opportunity to explain that to them in a most loving, gentle, merciful way.  And their heart might be moved, or not.

After all I’m just a sinner too.  I just sin in more Christian-circle-socially-acceptable ways.  And I’ve been redeemed.  Hallelujah!  Not because I was the right kind of sinner or because I did all the right things to earn redemption, but because I trust Jesus & His work on the cross to redeem me.  What a truth that is!  I should want to meet everyone in all kinds of sins to share the joy of redemption and grace.  Not everyone will believe it, not everyone will accept it, not everyone will be kind.  But no matter.  I should still be seeking out the lost, praying earnestly for their hearts to be softened to hear from God, inviting them into my life & being a part of theirs all without compromising my bible beliefs while showing great mercy & grace.  I see this is where fruit is born.

3 thoughts on “The Trouble with Kim Davis…and me

  1. I share your attitude and positions as a believer. I also have a working person’s perspective. Most everyone I know has already had to face a choice, when a boss, a business, in this case a governmental superior, asked the worker to do something they object to. You can submit, or quit, and that’s about it. If you’ve taken oaths to get your job, that’s a solemn promise, a covenant. If for ANY reason you no longer feel you can do the job you promised to do, continuing to take pay while refusing to do the job is an act of broken faith.

    I have no personal condemnation for Mrs. Davis, only disapproval of her behavior, and perhaps a little pity. As a woman who has worked in the same little area of the same little building in a small town, doing the same little job providing and processing forms that her momma used to do, maybe she has never had to face the “submit or quit” test of character before.

    1. Thanks for dropping in & commenting. I haven’t given much thought to the”submit or quit” aspect of this story. I’m so saddened to see how we often behave with cannonballs vs. relationships in the Christian world.

  2. I just love your posts! Always so thought-provoking (and sometimes humorous!). You are such a great writer and just seem to so easily explain your view. I always look forward to reading your thoughts!

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