There are different kinds of warriors.
Think about it. If everyone one was on the front lines, there would be no one in the rear for the second charge. There would be no one planning the strategies of the next move. There would be no one in the tents to tend to the wounded. There would be no one preparing the food for the hungry to refuel. There are different roles for every battle.
In the past year I have had a friend, unfriend me because he didn’t think I was taking up the cause enough for his rights. He was wrong. I’m not a magazine front page protestor. I’m not much of a flag waiver. I’ve never been to a rally; not do I intend on it. That’s not who I am and that’s not my role in this fight.
My skills are used differently. If I see you hurting, I will try my best to build you up. And if I see who hurt you, I will change that situation. I was blessed with a talent for words and I have put this talent to use, sometimes influencing people to reflect on their treatment of others. Those are my skills. I do best in one on one, not at a rally.
It is hypocritical to judge others while you are asking not to be judged. I’ll leave that right there.
The truth of the matter is I don’t care who you are. I don’t care if you are black, white, young, old, of a different sexual orientation, of a different nationality, of a different gender, physically handicapped, mentally handicapped, or any other thing that could make you and I different from each other. I don’t care. You are a person. You are here on this Earth. God made no mistake when you were born. I will fight for you and I will love you. I will do it with my gifts. That is how I can best serve you.
Tonight I am thankful that people have different skills to love each other with. I am thankful for those who love without reserve and without prejudice. I am thankful for you and all the ways you and I are different. If everyone were the same on this Earth, there would be unnecessary people. And that’s just not how we were designed.