If you know me or have been reading this blog for any amount of time, you know that I am a pastor and a woman.
That fact tends to raise quite a few eyebrows and lead to a lengthy theological discussion. I, often times, make the other participant in the discussion quite angry.
Because I don’t fight.
I don’t push the issue.
I’m not trying to prove anything.
I am by no means ignorant on the issue, it’s just not worth fighting for me.
I feel the same way about the predestination debate, the ‘issue’ of homosexuality or eschatology for that matter. While I have opinions (and in some cases very strong opinions), I’m not going to argue with you.
I’m going to love you. And not in some cheesy Christanese way but in a very real way.
In those moments, to me, love looks like bowing out of an argument and treating you to a cup of coffee.