praying for peace

My Parenting in Cols Playgroup has a message board, and someone posted an asinine question on the board that their more asinine minister posed to his congregation regarding God hating the people of Hati, I am sure stemming from a comment that a somewhat prominent (?) evangelical (?) person made recently. Don't want to give him the spotlight to remain relevant an more than the media has done already, but in the mb there was a link to this article discussing the fallout from PR's statement. I really loved this part and in talking to my friend Kristen, this was how I was explaining to her I felt. On the MB i wrote that the God I believe in and who created all the people of the world, loves us all. Even if they don't know or love Him. (Just like global warming - it believes in you even if you don't believe in it:)


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I’ve also found that the more I trust in Christ’s redemption to be sufficient, the less overtly religious I am.
And, quite honestly, the more suspect overtly religious people become to me. When I’m with somebody who talks zealously about faith, about Jesus, about the Bible, after a while, I find myself wondering whether or not their faith is strong at all. For instance, if I were with somebody who kept talking about how much they loved their wife, going on loudly and profusely, intuitively I would wonder whether or not they were struggling in their marriage. I would wonder whether they were trying to convince me they loved their wife, or if they were trying to convince themselves. (Now that I think of it, though, some of my favorite people talk about how much they love their wives, but these are less public proclamations and more sighs of appreciation.) Faith in Christ, for me, is similar. It’s intimate. I’m more comfortable giving quiet prayers, intimate prayers. Often alone, in fact. I speak of faith the way I speak of personal matters. Of course there is a time for proclamations, but that’s the key, isn’t it? There’s a time. Anyway, I love that the New Testament is mostly intimate letters written to small groups of people who met in homes. I like the quiet authenticity of our faith. Robertson’s loudness and shock-jock verbiage seems strange and oddly uncompassionate. It felt like he was trying to tell us how tough he was, not how compassionate God is.