I Get Letters
Okay, one more perspective on Pat Robertson and then I’ll let it go. At least until the next time he makes with the crazytalk.
Anyhow, y’all have graciously put up with me, but my sister’s actually the passionate one in the family:
i think that my biggest feeling is not anger or indignation...but one of sadness. sadness that one man’s comments have overshadowed the good that’s being done by christians all over the globe on an hourly basis.
pat robertson is one man — and one man only. and granted, robertson has a major platform in the spotlight and therefore needs to be held accountable for his stewardship of that spotlight...but still, he is just one voice. and in light of that, i refuse to let his voice overshadow the countless voices of christians working to help bring an end to suffering, starvation, hunger, and violence all over the world.
it’s been been a tough couple of weeks for christians everywhere — one of those weeks where i feel like i’m supposed to apologize for being a christian. but to do so would be to turn my back on people such as jenna who’s followed god’s calling from the inner city streets of oakland to the poverty of kenya, or jacob who dodged bullets in the back alleys of palestine in order to bring the word of god’s peace to grade school students in ramallah, or to our parents who gave up a great many things to help fight starvation and infant deaths in developing nations.
most importantly, to apologize for being a christian would be to turn my back on god.
so i hear pat robertson’s voice and i accept its challenge. not a challenge to retaliate, or to excuse, or to hide...but a challenge to join others and speak the truth of christ’s love in a voice so loud that it will overcome any doubt that robertson has planted in the hearts of people everywhere.
so mr. robertson, bring it on. in the name of jenna, and jacob, and brother roger, and my parents, and most importantly, in the name of christ, i am not afraid.