I've been called a wierdo at times because of my choice of friends and the kind of people I really kind of like. One example is the men that comprise our small group at church. We actually talk about our brokenness, our bad habits, our struggles, and, no, we don't hide all that junk behind masks, nor do we try to impress each other with our Christian ways. After all, we are all still learning, and we recognize that we will be until we croak. Because of that, we are able to not only accept, but to love and care for the guy that struggles with sexual identity issues, or the guy that is still denying Christ. To us, to the man, neither of those guys is nothing but a blessing to each of us, because they are trying to untangle themselves.
Many of us are thought of as weird because we have a passion for helping those in need. Many of those who hang that label on us do so because they view many of those seeking help as system abusers and takers. I found the following meme which pretty much sums it up for me:
Given that, I'm comfortable with being a wierdo. There's nothing wrong with it.
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