I was looking on the Westboro Baptist Church website solely out of curiosity. Almost everyone knows that they are incredibly forceful and picket many places and events, especially ones that have to do with supporting homosexuality. Anyway, as I was on their website, I noticed the editors’ picks for their various signs that they have designed. One in particular caught my eye and it stated in capitalized letters, “God Hates India.” It has been a year today since I left on a plane heading toward that mysterious country and I can honestly say that I experienced the marvelous yet gentle love of God more in those chaotic streets then in any other place in my life. Not in mighty cathedrals, not during a deep worship service, not while I have prayed for guidance. While I have felt God in those moments, he doesn’t ONLY move through “holy” people or “clean” communities. He sweetly claims the lesbian as his daughter and tenderly kisses the scars of a cutter and reaches his hand out to the father who has a mental disorder and even casts mercy upon the buyer of a 14-year-old girl. His love has no boundaries.- Our love should have no boundaries.