Love them like Jesus?

ok, so where are we exactly? and what is it we are doing? does anyone care about anyone? probably not. do we just do missions to look good? im going to make a bold statement, Christians are the most selfish people i have ever met. they don't care about other people, they care A LOT what other people think of them, and they pretty much have their heads up their asses. you NEED to leave your church, your family, your school and your 3 closest friends in order to see the world. if you've never seen a drunk person, you probably aren't doing your "job". being a Christian does not mean snubbing nonChristians because they do "bad" things. news flash, everyone does bad things. it means being Christ like. it means going out into the world with the gospel, not hiding the gospel while you're hiding yourself from the big bad sinners out there who smoke pot and use the dreaded "fword". it doesnt mean we all have to fly to india, but it does mean we need to leave our comfort zones venture out, and actually meet a nonchristian. oh and here's a hint, dont be affraid of them, you have God on your side. im going to bring this further. Chtistians dont even love other Christians. how can they? they are too busy judging them for their sins and differences. when a Christian is struggling, for the most part other Christians snub them too..."wretched sinner" they say, "i would NEVER do what they do. its their own fault they are suffering." sound like you? probably. LOVE. weird concept... to actually LOVE people..."LOVE them like JESUS" . thats right, the one we are supposed to be modeling our selves after...He LOVES! here are a couple songs to think about. one Christian, one secular. read them CAREFULLY.

She is running
A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
She is trying
But the canyon's ever widening
In the depths of her cold heart
So she sets out on another misadventure just to find
She's another two years older
And she's three more steps behind

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?

She is yearning
For shelter and affection
That she never found at home
She is searching
For a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?

If judgment looms under every steeple
If lofty glances from lofty people
Can't see past her scarlet letter
And we never even met her
If judgment looms under every steeple
If lofty glances from lofty people
Can't see past her scarlet letter
And we never even met her
Never even met her
Does anybody hear her? Does anybody see?
Or does anybody even knows she's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her? Does anybody see?
Does anybody even know she's going down today?
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her? Does anybody see?

He is running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction




We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin' slob's all he replied

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like (X4)

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she swears god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like [X4]

I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start


I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game

God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like [X4]
To have to lose...


so, you probably haven't read this far, but im goign to keep goign anyway, just incase. i realize the second song has swear words, get over it. you know he is talkign about YOU in that song. perhaps you wouldn't use the term "you fuckin' slob", but you probably wouldn't give him any money, food or water, and you certainly wouldn't admit you were at a liqure store. This is how the world sees you. judgmental, mean, probably evil, definately selfish. they dont see Jesus in you, why? not because its their fault they can't see it, but because its YOUR fault you don't show it. so, lets stop hiding our lights under baskets shall we? how about we STOP looking down our noses at everyone? heres a biggie, how about we dont bash people behind their backs? you are NOT better than me, or the alcoholic down the street, or the murderer who killed a little girl after molesting her. open your eyes, open your arms, and open your hearts. lift eachother up, and love your neighbour as your self, even if he swears, drinks and doesnt believe in God.here is another tough one, PRAY. if you read all yhis, i am very surprised, leave a comment.