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#lovewins

  This week has been epic. For not the first time, in the history of the United States, the culture has changed at the hands of the Supreme Court. We all know what happened. Some of us embrace it, and some of us don't. Some of us are thrilled beyond measure, and some of us are not.
  And, like all things, this created a worldwide social media frenzy. It wasn't until I got online that the negativity from both sides made my stomach churn. How could we? How could we, as humans who want nothing more than happiness, demean each other? For what reason, did I see many posts of people saying they blocked someone or un-friended them? For what reason do they tolerate and read countless mundane things from this person then when a difference of opinions arises...they no longer can tolerate the sight of their name?
  Here is a question, to you who call yourselves Christians: what makes you call out your fellow human beings spouting the idea of: love the sinner hate the sin when your own blindness is overwhelming?
  Here is a question to those who fight for the same sex love: what makes your hatred and mean words any better than the side you don't agree with?
  It is all bigotry. All negativity is bigotry. No one wants to be called a bigot. No one wants the title, but if you spouted anything negative this week, then you might as well be introducing yourself as one.  Falling from one's high horse is a long fall, and most of the time results in something being very broken and very irreparable.
  All over Facebook, there have been posts with the hashtag "lovewins." It is embracing the fact that no longer can anyone tell a man he can't marry another man or a woman marry another woman. It is a statement that comes from the very nature of what "happiness in love" entails.
  But, love does win. Why? Because God, himself, is love. The true very essence of love is God. Who are you to tell someone who loves the same gender they don't love someone? Who are you to tell throw hate back at the one who doesn't agree with you? If we all truly understood that perfect love casts out fear and hatred...we wouldn't be so eager or quick to cast lots for the other's love life.
  Don't love the sinner and hate the sin. I have said it before...just love. That's it. Just love. Because God first loved you, a sinner and me, a sinner, and all of us...sinners. #lovewins. It always will.

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