Some and Others

I've been realizing how little I understand about what I believe. Some of the most basic principles of my life don't have solid answers to stand on. What is the point of believing something if you don't know why you believe it? Obviously faith requires a lack of proof to be called faith, but its not illogical to have some basis for your faith. Homosexuality, monogamy, vulgarity, vanity, they all have connotations attached. For many, the word homosexuality fires up feelings of disgust, of repulsion. For others, it arouses anger against conservative "close-minded" groups. Some people believe in sex with one lifetime mate. Others believe in experiencing this natural, beautiful human desire we've been created with instead of wasting so much time with religious rules. The same goes with language. In essence, we're talking about words. And that's all they are: words. They only carry meaning when a speaker gives it to them. Or do they? Do words hold more weight than we acknowledge? Which leads to the question: what is our responsibility? At what point are we let off the leash? At what point is the hearer responsible for his internal reaction. Is a vulgar joke always just a joke? Or can it be different depending on who is listening? Well, who really cares? A person who loves cares. A person who truly loves others considers their well-being and wants to lift others up rather than possibly tear them down. Whether we should, even as lovers of people, be constantly concerned with the impact of our words upon them is worth thinking about. I don't have all the answers. I really just have lots of questions. In the end, all I now is that love seems to be crucial. Love seems to be real and mending. Love is powerful and love is so vast and varied in its expression. So when I find myself unsure, I try to decide how I can best love those around me, to the glory of God.