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//Who// are you?

I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, “You are who you hang out with”.

This topic will be focused off of that saying more or less.

You start to look like and become what you believe in and who you surround yourself with.

Whatever you start to believe in with all your heart, mind and soul will be distinct to everyone, it will begin to grow roots inside of you.

Likewise, who you surround yourself with plays an impact into who you become and what you start to believe in.

It becomes the root of who you are. It becomes the way people see you. It becomes your legacy on this earthS

So who are you?


Who do you surround yourself with?

Do they race cars? Do they play D&D? Do they like Doctor Who? Do they drink all the time? Are they constantly cursing? Do they read? Do they like to try new things? Are they open or close minded? Are they loving? Are they exclusive? Do they gossip? Are they humble? Are they prone to anger? Are they patient? Do they judge?

What are your beliefs and values?

do your beliefs fall somewhere between legalism, racism, exclusivity, fear, and privilege?…..if so you are probably going to end up looking like a racist, bigoted and arrogant person.

do your beliefs fall somewhere between love, mercy, grace, hope, patience, gentleness, and loyalty?……you will look something like that.

I long to be an example of the love of Christ through my words and actions.

I long to welcome those who are made to feel unwanted, uninvited or unforgiven. Because at the table of Christ we are all welcome, forgiven and wanted.

I long to be an example of love.

I long for my fruits that I produce to be fruits that Christ can use to produce fruits from.
Friends, who do you strive to be?

Grace and ease,

Elizabeth Louise

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Build a longer table, not a taller wall.

hey fam! ❤

I’m sure if you have a Facebook, or Twitter you have heard people share something to the effect of, “If you have a great fortune, build a longer table, not a taller wall”.

buildalongertable

 

i know how hard it can be to be so afraid that you just want to put up barriers and protect yourself. even if that means building an unrealistic wall on the border…. i get it. you want to make your future known, you want to know that your family and you will be safe from terrorist attacks. you want to know who is coming into this country. you don’t want to pay high taxes. i get it. really. i do.

 

but when we allow fear to take hold of us, we allow it to dictate our thoughts, actions and beliefs. we give fear power to come into our lives like an oppressive dictator kicking down doors.

when we make way to fear, we stop being inviting. we stop loving. we stop being real.

i don’t claim to know everything, because i don’t. but what i do know is that no matter how hard we try, we can never prevent attacks of violence. violence comes from fear which then turns into anger which then turns to hate when then turns to violence. no matter how hard we try, there will always be something we need to protect ourselves from.

honestly……..we might be better living in a bubble! am i, right?
that’s a unrealistic reality though…….living in a bubble or hiding ourselves away from humanity.

What if we became more inviting? What if we made our table longer?
That refugee family that just moved in down the street? What if we invite them over for Easter, or Fourth of July, or Christmas?
That mailman/mail lady who just lost his/her spouse, what if we talk to them or make them a batch of cookies?
That friend or relative that you don’t agree with politically, what if we stopped arguing with them, and started listening?
That relative or friend who just came out as gay, bi, queer, or transgender? How about we be loving and supportive? How about we invite them over and hang out with them?
That African-American friend of ours who says, “Black Lives Matters” and talk about how they feel oppressed? Let’s not disregard their hurt, or their feelings.

Let’s listen. friends, let’s not allow our fears or disagreements keep us from extending our tables.
longer tables, not taller walls.