Jesus didn't die for the polished
I look back on my childhood and I remember something so clearly. I just loved people. Not based on their last name, not based on what kind of clothes they wore, and definitely not based on what anyone else said about them. I loved with a pure heart because that᧙s what Jesus put inside of me from the beginning. I didn᧙t see what made people different. I saw what made them worthy of love. I saw people the way Jesus sees people.
But the sad thing is, adults around me didn᧙t see it that way. I got judged for who I loved. I got scolded for being kind to the wrong people. I was told I was better than them, and asked why I would even talk to certain kids or certain families. And deep down, I never understood why that made anyone upset. Why would love bother anyone? Why would kindness be questioned?
Now that I᧙m older, I understand that this world trains people to look at status, family background, appearance, and reputation. But Jesus doesn᧙t operate like that. He never did. He sat with the broken. He spoke with the outcasts. He healed people that society looked down on. He didn᧙t just speak truth, He lived love. And the ones He loved the most were often the ones others wanted to avoid.
So I᧙m here to say this with all my heart. I still love people the same way I did back then. I still carry that childlike spirit. That unfiltered, unshaken kind of love that only Jesus can grow inside you. I don᧙t care what your last name is. I don᧙t care where you came from. I don᧙t care what you᧙ve done or what others have said about you. You᧙re worthy of love. You᧙re worth knowing. You᧙re worth sitting at the table.
We need to stop turning our noses up to people Jesus would sit down with. We need to stop training our children to judge based on anything other than the heart. We are not better than anyone else. We are just as in need of grace as the next person. And if you think otherwise, you᧙ve missed the whole point of the Gospel.
Jesus didn᧙t die for the polished. He died for the hurting. The abandoned. The misunderstood. The labeled. The rejected. And if I have Him in my heart, then I am going to do what He did. I am going to love who He loved.
I don᧙t want the world᧙s version of religion. I want the heart of Jesus. The kind that crosses lines, tears down walls, and calls the ones nobody else would.
So if you᧙ve ever been looked down on for being different or loving too freely, I see you and I᧙m walking right with you. Don't ever stop loving with that childlike heart. That᧙s where Jesus lives. That᧙s where real revival starts.
