A little girl was dying of cancer and her younger brother had a match for the bone marrow she needed. The doctors told him it was a matter of life and death. After he had the surgery, he asked the doctors how long he had to live. He thought if he gave his bone marrow to let his sister live he would die but he did it anyway. GMHI remember a similar story which I either heard at church or read in a church magazine when I was a young teenager. In the version I heard, the donor was a little girl and the donated substance was blood, not bone marrow.
I was at the store and I saw a really attractive guy in his twenties in a wheelchair. Just as I was thinking how terrible it was that someone so attractive had to lead such a different life and depend on others...he held the door open for me.Yeah, because the only thing more terrible than a person in a wheelchair is an attractive person in a wheelchair.
I have a little sister who suffers from mental retardation. My mother told her I was gay and that "gay people don't go to heaven'. My sister started sobbing saying, "It wouldn't be heaven if Paloma wasn't there."There's something about the simplicity of the logic that grabbed me, more than anything: how could any place that didn't accept everyone unconditionally be heaven? I don't really believe in heaven so I never really thought about it, but if I did believe in it I probably would have had the same feelings; I couldn't conceive of spending an eternity away from the people I loved in my life just because of their beliefs. I suppose that's why people who actually do believe that non-believers will go to hell are so fervent about "saving souls".
What about the men who run about the countryside painting signs that say "Jesus Saves" and "Prepare to Meet God!" Have you seen one of them? I have not, but I often try to imagine them, and I wonder what does on in their minds. Strangely, their signs do not make me think of Jesus, but of them. Or perhaps it is "their Jesus" who gets in the way the way and makes all thought of Jesus impossible. They wish to force their Jesus upon us, and He is perhaps only a projection of themselves. They seem to be at times threatening the world with judgment and at other times promising it mercy. But are they asking simply to be loved and recognized and valued, for themselves? In any case, their Jesus is quite different from mine. But because their concept is different, should I reject it in horror, with distaste? If I do, perhaps I reject something in my own self that I no longer recognize to be there. And in any case, if I can tolerate their Jesus, then I can accept and love them. Or I can at least conceive of doing so. Let not their Jesus be a barrier between us, or they will be a barrier between us and Jesus.
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