Recently, I had someone essentially call me stupid for believing in creation. I wish I could say this doesn’t make me angry, but I’m human and it’s frustrating to have people question your intelligence because they don’t like what you believe.
But I don’t let it stay with me. Because it’s not about me. This person doesn’t know my IQ, how much research I’ve done or the struggle I went through when I became a creationist. All this person knows is that I don’t agree with them.
Is that what we’re coming to in this world? Anyone who doesn’t believe the way we do must not be as enlightened as us? I could spend all day arguing the evidence for creation (and much material on this blog does just that), but I know that scientific arguments aren’t enough evidence to convince skeptics that there is a creator.
Don’t get me wrong, lots of scientific evidence points to creation, but Jesus said,
By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.
Love is the evidence.
My own faith wasn’t inspired by arguments, but by a search for the truth, spurred on by the love I saw in my husband’s family. Their love was something entirely unselfish and new to me and I wanted to find out where it came from.
A persuasive argument can reach someone’s head, but not their heart. You can’t argue anyone into or out of love.
So, how do I show love to all those who disagree with my beliefs? I pray.
I pray for good things to happen to them and I pray for God things to happen to them. They may never know that I do this, but somewhere in their life, they will see the evidence of love. And maybe, just maybe, they will question where it came from.
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