I saw someone write "Love the Unlovely" on a piece of paper. My chest tightened, my spirit sank, and confusion flooded my mind. My spirit became a tornado sending the debris of my flesh everywhere. It was such a simple, catchy phrase; one that just yesterday I might of picked up and ran with had I not just been told by someone that he/she was having a difficult time loving me.
So as I read the simple phrase I only felt he/she was writing about me. I was "unlovely".
As lies began to attack me, I felt a reassuring breath of life flood my spirit. It spoke to me that we are all "unlovely". That our God brings glory to himself by loving the unlovable.
My response was okay I'm not alone, but great I really am unlovable. But He was not done speaking to me. God reassured me that His Son sacrificed His life so that I am seen as lovely.
I started to think of all the people in my life that I thought were unlovely or the people I didn't even know who were unlovely when God practically shouted at me to STOP. I had no right to speak that condemnation of "unlovely" over anyone. How could I have the right to see someone as unlovely? How was speaking that over someone seeing "the Jesus" living in them?
Yet we, and I say we because I do as well, define people so easily. How does this glorify those that God hung stripped and naked on a Cross to redeem them as lovable?
