To Whom It May Concern:

We each have a life, we each live those lives a certain way.
I believe in a God who does not judge or condemn or acts as if He is better than us.

So why is it so often in this world we find that? This world if full of imperfect people. Each of us. All of us. There isn't a single person in this world who is perfect.

Like said above, we each have a life, we each live those lives in different ways.
Accept it.

Just because you have found God, doesn't mean those who haven't are less than you.

If you are straight, those who are confused or homosexual DO NOT deserve to be treated awful.

There are some who may struggle in your religion, it DOES NOT give you the right to tell them what to do or act as if you are a better person because you go to church more.

I'm sure that God loves all of us. Mistakes, temptations and all.

Sorry to break your bubble.

But you ARE NOT better than anyone.

Judge less.

Love more.

We each (myself included) need to get over ourselves and solve bigger problems. One person can make such a difference. Now imagine if there were 50, or 500, or 5,000 trying to make a difference. We would make a difference. We would literally save lives.

Source.

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