Ten highlights taken so far from “Sex God” by Rob Bell.
111. “Everybody, everywhere. Bearers of the divine image.”
112. “Heaven is the realm where things are as God intends them to be.”
113. “God is for purpose and beauty and meaning.”
114. “His point is that something serious – sometimes hellish – happens when people are treated as objects, and we should resist it at all costs.”
115. “What we do is reverse the creative process that God initiated. We start with different cultural backgrounds and skin colors and nationalities, and it’s only when we look past these things that we are able to get to what we have in common – that we are fellow image-bearers with the shared task of caring for God’s creation.”
116. “How you treat the creation reflects how you feel about the creator.”
117. “When I respect the image of God in others, I protect the image of God in me.”
118. The story of Lil:
Early in their marriage, Lil and her husband decided that they would adopt two children. As they became familiar with the family services system, they learned that there were kids in the system nobody wanted. So they went to the local adoption agency and asked for the kids with the most pronounced disabilities, the most traumatic histories, and the most hopeless futures. They asked if they could have the kids nobody wanted. Pver the past thirty or so years, they have raised well over twenty children, raising their biological children alongside their adopted children. (…) She’s bringing heaven to earth.
119. The story of of Colonel Gonin’s stay at the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp:
It was shortly after the British Red Cross arrived, though it may have no connection, that a very large quantity of lipstick arrived. This was not at all what we wanted., we were screaming for hundreds and thousands of other things and I don’t know who asked for lipstick. I wish so much that I could discover who did it, it was the action of genius, sheer un adulterated brilliance. I believe nothing did more for these internees than the lipstick. Women lay in bed with no sheets and no nightie but with scarlet red lips, you saw them wandering about with nothing but a blanket over their shoulders, but with scarlet red lips. I saw a woman dead on the postmortem table and clutched in her hand was a piece of lipstick. At last someone had done something to make them individuals again, they were someone, no longer merely the number tattooed on the arm. At last they could take an interest in their appearance. That lipstick started to give them back their humanity.
120. This was just the first chapter, and it blessed me so much to read and dwell on every human’s worth. Every human is created with divine image. Divine worth.