As a follower of Jesus, the real question for me is this: How do I daily care for people who live and move and have their existence that cross my life?
If this is my question, then I do not have an option to accuse them of their broken relationships as a basis of our friendship. A hug or thoughtful question may serve a purpose, but how do I treat them well, on a daily basis, is the reality that I need to chase.
For my vocally loud friend with mental disabilities, this means I overlook her sometimes harsh voice and saliva that seems to be more apparent than mine, which also seems a bit excessive at times. For my teenage children who can be excessively cranky, it means I am at my best when I recognize their bodies, minds, and emotions are growing so fast that I need to extend lots of grace.
For my immigrant friends, regardless if we have labeled them illegal or legal, they have families for whom they are trying to feed, give shelter, and provide education. Their hopes and dreams are no different than other people except they have the fear of being harassed or deported on a daily basis.
For my gay friends, be they married, in relationship or single, it means I accept their sexuality even when I don't fully understand it. Sometimes my feelings are of uneasiness, but I stare those feelings in the face and say, "I won't be controlled by my own fears."
Becoming fully human means I can be bigger than my past fears. Today I choose to love.