This last Sunday, the Super Bowl had Shakira and J-Lo headlining the half-time show. One side of the aisle loved it, one side of the aisle hated it and very few walked the pathway, in-between both, (at least from what I’ve seen), and I’ve felt this tug-of-war in my heart over it all.
And the tug-of-war doesn’t come over just the half-time show. It comes over the amount of double-standard I see all over the place. It makes me sad because the world is torn up by so many things and it feels like there are so many more important things to be fighting for. The volatile hostility I’ve seen for the celebrities who headlined has made me internally feel sick.
I’ve felt called to Hollywood since I was 15 years old. I’ve asked God to soften my heart towards them in a way that could reach them, and the main thing He’s taught me is this, “Get to know their story.”
It is hard to judge someone harshly and flippantly when you know their story, even if they are in the wrong. There is something about humbling myself and keeping myself off the lofty levels of thinking I’m so much more spiritual than them, or closer to Jesus than them, and getting to know their story. When I know Lady Gaga’s story, or Katy Perry’s story, or Billie Eilish’s story, my heart softens, it opens up and wants to love them to Jesus, not push them to Jesus. There is a difference. I always want my social media platforms to reflect His love towards them, and not my staunch ideas on how wrong they are.
Jesus bent down and wrote with his finger in the dirt. They kept at him, badgering him. He straightened up and said, “The sinless one among you, go first: Throw the stone.” John 8:7
The half-time show made me stop and wonder if people have the same issue with Dancing with the Stars, or the Olympics when the men swimmers are in speedos, or the gymnasts in tight leotards showing off their figure and legs leaving little the imagination? (and all those crotch shots too). Or do we compromise on that because they have so much to offer the world with their talent? Do we hold them up as role models for our children because of their work-ethic and how hard they worked to get where they are? Do we overlook how they’re dressed because it’s sports?
Or take Trump and Nancy Polosi last night at the SOTU? He didn’t shake her hand, and the Left side is angry, while the Right side is angry that she tore up his speech? The Left is angry about abortion rights being taken away, while the Right side is angry about their guns being taken away. The Left detests that Trump could say he could grab women places that are inappropriate, but the Right feels he can do no wrong.
This world is a cut-throat world. It feels like a person can’t do anything right. And if you try to walk some fine line down the middle, no one understands you…kind like how I feel and I’m sure this blog post could very well earn me some haters and that’s ok.
This day and age, people feel they have found their voice, and I’m all for finding our voice and raising it, but for things that matter, and not our selfish ambitions and ideas. While the world is outraged over impeachment, women-grabbing, guns or no guns, half time shows and documents getting torn up, and people not clapping when they should, we have some actual real-world problems going on. It seems this day-and-age, people find their voices and feel empowered, but with that empowerment, we are losing all sense of common-courtesy, respect and care for the people next to us. It’s lost on us how to be gentle and kind, loving and gracious. Our “rights” have become so important that we’ve lost the art of our right to be kind to everyone. Our words bulldoze people, yet we cry with outrage over bullying and meanness.
Why don’t we raise our voices for the homeless? Or how about the children who don’t get lunch because their parents can’t afford it? Or the men, women and children who were being trafficked at hotels and back alleys less than 2 minutes from that half time show everyone is outraged about? Or the families in Flint, Michigan that still don’t have clean water? Or the Veterans that struggle with PTSD, health issues and such? Or about the women fleeting domestic violence, or children getting put in foster care?
The list could go on.
This world is so torn up already, why are we wasting time tearing each other down, when we could just have a soft response to things sometimes? Or no response at all.
There is The Golden Rule of, “If you can’t say something kind, don’t say it at all.”
I saw someone say about the half-time show, “Sinners will be sinners.” Yes, yes they will be…and that includes me and you. The Bible says, “All fall short of the glory of God.” We are all in need of a Savior. We are all unworthy of His unending love and forgiveness.
When I recognize my sin, and how far I fall short of His perfection, it lets me have a lot more grace for those around me to fall short of His perfection as well. When I decide to put myself in the place of judging, my heart is full of pride and I feel like I’m better or I know more, or that I’m doing things right, more than they are. Yet, He still died for them, too. His love covers a multitude of sins.
I want to touch on one thing really fast and that is the cultural things that Shakira and J-Lo did. The tongue flicking thing Shakira did? It is called zaghrouta. It is something Middle Eastern cultures do to show emotion or excitement. It wasn’t a bad thing. The stomping dance she did is a cultural dance that Colombians do. Her culture is Lebanese/Colombian. While not all things “cultural” are good or clean, I honestly believe these things were very genuinely pure. The children in cages that J-Lo had wasn’t a sign of “bondage” as I’ve seen people allude to, but showing the children in cages that ICE put into detention centers, thus the “Born in the USA” song being sung while showing the cages. I could go on, but I won’t. You get the point. The pole dancing, the booty shakes, the crotch shots…not what I would do myself, but I’m not them. I don’t know if they know Jesus. I don’t know what their relationship with Him looks like. But I don’t want my words on here to someday be read by one of them and them feel like I judge them so harshly that they couldn’t be friends with me. Because my heart isn’t in that place. I’d rather get to know their story and love them to Jesus than push them away by my actions and words.