Are we too dirty for your light to get through?

Friday I met a friend for lunch.  We had talked about having this lunch since our family moved to Victoria in August.  It has taken this long to get our schedules sync'd.

I was a little nervous meeting him, I left a message for Kent that I was meeting Craig and where--knowing Kent would be OK with it all.  (Just in case you are thinking it's highly inappropriate for me to be meeting with a man other than my husband...you'd have to understand the relationship I have with Craig.)

Craig was the first to shave his head in support of me and my cancer diagnosis.  He has always, always had my back.  Always.

At lunch he gave me a hoodie from his company Polar Bear Scuba and a doorag for when my bald head needs covering.  Very, very thoughtful of him.

While we were talking I told Craig I don't care what people believe, I just care about relationships.  I really do feel that is what Jesus would say, I am not sure how the PAOC stands on this.  Looking at one of my longest (in time) friends, who is also an atheist, I think, what would Jesus do?

I don't argue creationism vs evolutionism, I don't argue the right to life vs pro-choice, or feminism, because I know what I believe and a lot of it takes faith.  Something that I can't argue except that you can't argue what I have seen, heard and experienced.  And that is a lot of how God has moved in my life.

I have experienced healing in my life, watched as Kent's leg grew a number of inches and the pain in his ankle and leg erased.  I have just in these past months experienced a supernatural healing from the pain of the cancerous growth that was once in my leg.

Before I went home--I did a 6.4 km walk along the ocean.  I was listening to Shaun Groves -- I love his words.  He sang, "do you speak through the imperfect?  Are we too dirty for your light to get through?

I wonder about this, that maybe I should be taking a stand and saying something against these views?  Is it wrong just to love people for where they are at?

The beginning of the song starts with:

Walking with you is not without hazards, trippings this travelers curse,
Price paid for falling is more than my stumble, in a world that is watching and waiting for words.
But I listened when you said to go, and set out despite of my fears,
about truth mixed with my imperfection, and the question of what to say when I got here.

When I got home, I got busy on Pinterest.com and I found this:

It is all so interesting to me how all these things fall into place.  The discussion with Craig, the walk,  Shaun Groves the posting on Pinterest.

Obviously, I am still processing--often when I process, I do it in quiet.  I hermit.  Last time I did that, a person called me on it.

I want to be transparent.  I am not sure where to go with this, what my conclusion of this will be--I just know that I am in a process of sanctification and in the end--I will figure it out.

For now, I understand, right now, love is where it's at.  Yes, I can argue out creationism, scientifically, biblically, but is it really my job to argue it out?

As far as I understand, I am to debate with Christians, not non-believers, like iron sharpens iron.

All scripture is God-breathed and useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness. II Timothy 3:16