Delilah watched the unfolding drama from Clementine’s front yard in a state no less than ecstatic. Clementine had been at it for several hours with her clamoring and shouting, but now the village’s head elder was pulling stops of his own out to get the crowd’s attention.
“She is loud and stubborn,” the elder screamed, waving colorful flags, “and her feet don’t stay in her house. Is this not the very woman we are warned of in the King’s law?”
“I have done nothing wrong!” Clementine shouted over him banging her pot and spoon together urgently.
-excerpted from The Field
If it’s not worth crucifying Starbucks over a red cup (and please hear me, it’s absolutely not), it’s not worth crucifying our brothers and sisters over it, either.
We’re just making noise, and it ain’t pretty.
“You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love. For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ If you bite and devour each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other” (Galatians 5:13-15 NIV).
There are no “those Christians”: we are all family and we are to bear with one another (Ephesians 4:2), accept each other (Romans 15:7), and love each other without discrimination (James 2:8-9).
It’s just a cup.
Whether someone (or a group of someones) chooses to boycott or not, it should never, ever, ever be an issue of division in the body of Christ.
The fact that this matter has gained so much traction in such a short time tells me we have no idea who we are to God, and no idea who we are to each other.
And so we are all of us losing.
Over a cup.
So I just want to say, I love you all. I claim you all, whether you’re boycotting or proudly supporting the cup. I’d be proud to sit in a pew and share a meal with every. single. one. of. you. Any day of the week.
Because that is how we win. Together.
Much, much love. Holler if you need anything.