I’ve been thinking about getting a new tattoo. At present, I have one tattoo which I got in 2009. Or three tattoos, depending on how you look at it. It’s a tattoo on my right arm beside my shoulder of three blue stars—and to me they represent the Trinity, the three stars on the Philippine flag, and my two brothers and me.
For my new tattoo, if I do decide to get one, I want it to be something that means something to me. Something personal. And right now, I think I’d like to get one of the cross. The cross means everything to me. Jesus means everything to me. I got introduced to him when I was 13, and really, life has never been the same since then. I know that Christianity has a bad rap in many circles and honestly, based on the way many Christians have acted, I don’t find this surprising at all. But what I wish people knew is that the Jesus that many Christians claim to represent may not be who they think He is.
The Jesus in the Bible, the Jesus I know, love and worship…
Doesn’t hate gay people.
Doesn’t judge the prostitute.
Doesn’t turn away the criminal.
Doesn’t exploit the poor.
Doesn’t distance himself from others who believe differently or adhere to a lifestyle different from his.
I am a wretch. I am a fool. I am ungrateful. And I am so thankful that God loves me too much to leave me the way that I am. So very thankful. I’m not sure where this entry is going, but I just felt the need to put this out there. I hope it blessed you.
Pauline 