It seems to me that our world has been disintegrating—in the most palpable definition of that word.

We have, over my lifetime, become more aware of the existence and importance of the other people on our planet—we’ve fought nationalism, segregation, and separatism. And yet, as I sit here today, it seems to me that we have spent that same time defining everyone else as “other.”

I am defined by some by my gender, by others by my skin tone, by my politics, my religious beliefs, my birth place, my nationality—and that list could go on. But I’m finding it irritating. This might be helpful for politicians and advertisers, but I’m tired of it! The us-against-them battle has devolved into its most expected outcome: “Me against you.”

The result of this divisiveness is less civility and much more isolation. The more tribal we become, the more hatred we tolerate toward those around us—people for whom Jesus died.

Before this comes off as a better-than-you divider, let me confess to falling face first into this mud fight. I have my own set of petty dividing lines that will have to be the subject of another blog at a later date.

It seems to me that we are subdividing even as our world gets larger because we are desperate for a place to belong.

The Western world has largely thrown away the idea that we all belong to the family of God and, as such, has lost its sense of a global brotherhood.

So what shall we do? I think I’ll start with an apology to my neighbor for defining him by his skin, his car, his lawn, or anything other than his heritage as a child of our mutual Father in heaven.

This is going to take me some time, but it’s worth being a part of the solution. Don’t you think?



Phil. 1:3