Every time I experience the Godly care of a man, living out the sacrificial love that Jesus has for all of us, I think of women stuck in the prison of Islam and pray with all my heart for them. I have been so very, very blessed, and I wish I could help those women to have a taste of real freedom - the freedom of a God who loves them unconditionally and suffered every punishment they could ever deserve, because He loves them and is willing to die to set them free.
I have no stones to throw at these women. I wish so badly that I could help them.
You know, I share her sentiment concerning the flag, but that’s just the grossest thing I’ve ever seen. Sorry, no points from me.
The woman in the Bible put perfume on Jesus’ feet; she didn’t poop on them. There’s no comparison to be made here.