I want to be like creamy peanut butter (though I like crunchy better): spreadable. Not in the literal sense, because, well, that’s just weird and I am not Gumby or Inspector Gadget, but by the sense that the Holy Spirit lives inside this messed up, broken, goofy, eats-too-much-ice-cream-and-drinks-too-much-coffee entity known as me and He wants me to spread His love on everyone.
Everyone.
My heart and passion is to fight human trafficking and it’d be easy to only show love to the victims. But what about the perpetrators? What about the man who has abused countless women and children so his wallet remains full? He needs love too.
When I was in India I had the chance to prayer-walk through brothels. My team and I actually sat on beds inside the brothels and prayed for the men and women who held other women captive. We prayed for the pimps. We prayed for the madams. I didn’t see despicable, evil, heartless people; I saw people who had never known, maybe even never met, True Love.
I believe we are given the opportunity every day to pour out Love on others and it’s just a matter of being aware. From passing through the construction zone on the street and having the guy wave his “slow” sign at you because you were going too fast (this may or may not have happened to me) to interacting with the lady at the DMV who hasn’t smiled since 1972, everyone needs to know love, feel love, see love. I can talk all day long about Jesus and how magnificent He is, but this world is flooded with written and spoken information. My words mean absolute bubkus if I don’t show love.
At the end of every day I don’t want to be the jar of BBQ sauce that claims it’s the best ever on the label, and maybe it was, but oops, it got stuck in the back of the refrigerator and expired five years ago so it tastes like stale popcorn slathered in tar. Again, words can mean diddly-squat if what is displayed contradicts what is said. I want to live out the Lord’s love on every person I interact with. Everyone. I want to be…creamy peanut butter. 🙂
