Identifying as His

A man identifies as a woman. A Caucasian identifies as an African American. Apparently a lot of people identify as a Confederate, 150 years later. I don't identify as anything I'm not, but I identify with Jesus. I identify as his daughter, because that's who His word says I am. And because of Who I identify with, I'm going to love you no matter what you identify as.
The world is an increasingly controversial place, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. There are many things going on, many things changing, and thanks to social media, we are required to have an opinion on it. If we remain silent, there is an elephant in the room. "Wonder what she REALLY thinks. Maybe she's too chicken to say." Maybe she's too smart to say. I have lots of opinions. Some of them are Godly. Some of them are just me. As far as the flag issue, my ancestors fought for the confederacy. I am not ashamed of that. I love history of all kinds, and enjoy learning about the civil war. All sides of it, not just the side that's easy for me accept. The confederate flag isn't offensive to me, obviously. But to deny its potential to offend is to be naive. There is still racism, bitterness, anger in all races. Many have felt that way for so long, they don't even remember why. It's a generational curse. (Side note: Charleston is an exceptionally beautiful and interesting place. It was also the busiest port of the slave trade, including Native Americans and Africans, in the seventeenth through nineteenth centuries.) As Christians, what are we doing to bring restoration and healing to all people? How are we bridging the gap?
Sometimes propagating stereotypes is easier because it absolves us of responsibility. But you know what is more tragic than someone living a life bound by stereotype, either in reality or in our opinions? To live their whole life not ever grasping how long, and wide, and high, and deep is the love of Christ. Never believing He has a purpose for their lives. Never understanding the destiny He created them for. And for them to not grasp, believe or understand because we are so bent on being right. If the world can't hear the love of Jesus over the noise of my self righteous opinions, then my opinions are meaningless. Be blessed. Go love somebody.