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Chicken or Not???

To one degree or another I'm sure you have all heard or been involved in the Chick-fil-a controversy.  Personally, I've read many articles, FB statuses, and blog posts all with differing opinions.  Some I found to be well thought out while others were filled with hate.

After sifting through many statements on the matter, one comment in particular caught my attention.  The remark was made that Christians were lined up outside the doors on Chick-fil-a appreciation day to show their support.  His question - why do they come in the masses to say what they are against but you never see them lined up like that outside a homeless shelter to help those in need.

Hmmmm

He's right...

He's right!

This is the view the world has of Christians and there is something terribly wrong with that.  I wonder if we went about doing good, loving one another, and loving others...actually being the hands and feet of Christ...what impact would we have on the unbelieving then?

I know my statement will probably hit someone the wrong way, so let me be very clear about what I am and what I am not saying.  I am a Christian that believes the Bible to be God's Word the only truth and I believe in the Biblical definition of marriage.  I believe Jesus commands Christians to love ALL people and treat everyone with kindness.  I also believe, Christians have the right to stand up for what we believe in.  We should stand firm and never water down the truth or compromise on our beliefs.  What I am saying is, I don't think the world has as much of a problem with our message as they do with our delivery and the hypocrisy they witness in our day to day lives.  That is what I think needs to change.

Until then...
Jessie

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  1. I do agree if we as christians would demonstrate to others the grace Christ gives us we could change the world. Too many christans have been receiving the wrong message by people who distort God's word even in churches we are so busy looking for answers we forget to stop and listen. We are quick to point out what's wrong with others we forget that we ourselves are not perfect.

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