1 samuel 16.7
I see a girl, and I label her “loose.” She searches for attention, bad or good, from every man she meets. She wears clothes that leave no doubt to what’s underneath. I want to yell at her and tell her to put some clothes on. I don’t want to see all of her skin. She has seductive smiles for everyone, causing men to stumble in their paths. She disgusts me, and I condemn her in my mind. She doesn’t belong in a church or on a Christian campus. I wish God would reveal to her how much she’s sinning.
The Father sees a girl who is drowning. He sees the tears that patter on her notebooks in the seclusion of her room. He sees a little child who is searching for love from a kind heart. She is lost and yearns to feel beautiful. He sees a life that has been trampled by authority figures. God weeps at the fact that her father abused her and tore at her heart for so long. He reaches out to take her hand and draw her in. He looks at me and yells “Why are you not loving her!?”
