The other day, whilst cruising about the internet, I saw a photo of a protester.  He had a big sign listing out huge portions of the US population (Democrats, Jews, Muslims, Mormons, Jehovah’s Whitenesses, Atheists, Homosexuals, Transvestites, Rapists, and about 20 more groups) letting them all know, in no uncertain terms that “You are all going to BURN IN HELL.”  That was it; that was his whole message.  Seems so sad.

I do not know this man, and I may never meet him.  I do know that he needs Jesus.  One of the few groups left out of his sign are Christians.  He professes a membership there; I will be among the first to tell you not to judge another’s heart.  The plank is already within your own eye.  So much hate, however, leaves one to question.  Where is the Fruit of the Spirit in this man’s life?  In his picketting of a funeral, I see not love.  I see not kindness.  I see not gentleness.  I see not self-control.  He has a smile on his face, this may be joy.  He seems not afraid of the police there, this may be peace.  He waited for hours so that he could attend, this is patience.

I can find elements of the Fruit of the Spirit in his actions,  yet this I know – he needs Jesus.  I remember Paul saying something about being a resounding gong without love.  It is so very wrong to only tell half of the truth.  In sin there is death, but in Jesus there is life.  It is easy to come down on this man.  His hate is so obvious, and his need for love so clear.  What then of you and I.  Whom have we failed to love?  Whom have we, by our actions, only told of death?

I we really any better?  I often have cause to doubt it.

~JCPunk