I have friends from all types of backgrounds. Some of them have been in the church their entire life. Some are new believers and even others are struggling with the concept of God. Recently, I’ve heard the scriptures about the woman with the constant bleeding over and over in sermons and I started to think about my friends. About the friends who have told me they don’t feel comfortable in church or who don’t feel worthy enough to walk through the doors. The friends who have shared how they sometimes dislike talking to Christians because of how unfit they feel during the conversation, as if the conversation caused a hit to their self-esteem instead of uplifting them.
I thought again of this woman with constant bleeding. In her society, she was the lowest of the low. She was unworthy, unclean and could not be touched. She couldn’t go into the synagogue. She wasn’t worthy of a conversation, even from the holiest of those around her. I thought about how similar my friends are when compared to this woman and I realized how much I don’t want to be like those people in her world.
Why has the church become a place only available to those who have a certain look or a certain faith? Why are Christians so judgmental? Have we forgotten none of us are worthy?
The moment that woman pushed through the crowd, I don’t want to be an onlooker moving away from her presence. I want to push her closer to Jesus. I don’t want to be Jairus asking Jesus why he stopped. I want to be the person who is grateful that God is God for EVERYONE, NO MATTER WHAT. I don’t want to be the disciples who questioned why Jesus would stop and question who touched Him. I want to be the person who reaches out and finds those who need God and is there to disciple them in their journey.
As believers, we have to stop looking at someone through their circumstance or how they look on the outside. At the end of the day, NONE OF US ARE WORTHY.
If someone came into church straight from the club, how will we look at them? If someone came into church with a swastika tattoo on their arm, how would we interact with them? If someone came into church with his pants below his butt, what will we think of him? Will we love them? Will we not judge them? Will we stand beside them, love on them, hug them, cheerfully talk to them? If you can’t say you would, then YOU ARE WRONG, not the other person.
Jesus is for everyone, despite their past or present decisions. At the end of the day we all have a past, and you never know someone’s story. At some point in time we all sat in the same seat.
“Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.”
Your story is special, simply because what you have been through allows you to see God and love Him in a way unlike anyone else. Jesus said it himself. If you have a lot to be forgiven for, you have a lot to love him for.
I was told today, “Stop saying “Why me.” Instead, say Thank God its me”, because the story I will have to tell can change the hearts of thousands.
And for those of you who feel above having friends who are still in the Genesis of their journey, you need to wake up and get over yourself. All of Jesus’ friends were sinners. Every single one of them, no matter the sin.
Believers, let’s stop looking at the cover of someone’s book, or the first page. Instead, love on someone because you never know what’s in someone’s pages.
And remember, at the end of the day, without the blood NONE OF US ARE WORTHY.