We live in a time when disagreement seems to come naturally.

Whether the topic is faith, politics, ethics, or deeply personal life experiences, it can feel easier to argue than to understand. Social media often rewards the strongest opinions rather than the deepest compassion, leaving many people feeling unheard, judged, or isolated.

As I reflect on my own journey, from skeptical physician to follower of Jesus, I keep returning to one simple truth:

Love opens hearts in ways arguments cannot.

What Changed My Heart

Before I became a Christian, people occasionally tried to convince me that Christianity was true, but I couldn’t hear it. No matter how logical their arguments seemed, my heart remained closed. However, everything changed during a medical mission trip to Guatemala. There, I wasn’t persuaded by clever reasoning or pressured into belief. Instead, I encountered something I had never experienced before. I was surrounded by people who genuinely loved God and one another.

Looking back, I often summarize that experience this way:

Love opened my heart to the truth—not fancy arguments or harsh words. It made room for me to move from one belief system to another and provided the welcoming grace I needed.

That experience continues to shape how I approach people today.

Making Room for Understanding

Our world is full of strongly held opinions. People come to conversations carrying different experiences, beliefs, fears, and wounds. If our first instinct is to prove someone wrong rather than understand them, meaningful conversation rarely happens.

I’ve learned that one of the greatest gifts we can offer another person is our willingness to listen. Sometimes that means setting aside our own assumptions long enough to ask thoughtful questions. Sometimes it means acknowledging our own biases before focusing on someone else’s.

Our goal should be to build bridges, not walls. The bridge may not always lead where we hope, but it gives a relationship a chance to grow.

Love Creates Space for Truth

Jesus never separated truth from compassion. He embodied both.

The people who influenced my own faith didn’t begin by trying to win an argument. They loved well, and that love created space for me to consider questions I had previously dismissed.

John writes,

“By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”

I witnessed that kind of love in Guatemala, and it softened a heart I hadn’t realized had become hard. Only then was I able to truly hear the message of the Gospel.

Love does not replace truth. Love prepares the soil where truth can take root.

Compassion in a Digital World

Today, many of our conversations happen online. While social media can be a tremendous tool for encouragement, it can also amplify misunderstanding. I’ve learned to pause before posting and ask a simple question: How might these words be received by someone who is hurting?

The message we intend is not always the message another person hears. This is especially true when speaking about deeply personal experiences. A short comment or meme may seem harmless to us but can deepen the shame of someone carrying hidden pain.

I’ve learned to ask not only, “Is this true?” but also, “Is this compassionate? Does this reflect the heart of Christ?”

Becoming the Church People Run Toward

One of my deepest hopes is that the Church would become the first place people run when life falls apart—not because Christians have all the answers, but because people know they will be welcomed, loved, and supported.

One of Jesus’ parables that continually challenges me is the story of the prodigal son. When the younger son returned after making devastating choices, his father didn’t wait with crossed arms. He ran. He embraced him. He celebrated his return.

The caution in that story isn’t only about the younger son and his poor choices. It’s about the elder brother’s attitude. Sometimes, without realizing it, we can become the elder brother—harsh, suspicious, and reluctant to celebrate God’s grace in someone else’s life.

Whenever I read that story, I find myself asking: Am I making it easier or harder for someone to come home and experience the unconditional love of the Father?

Faithfulness Often Looks Small

Many people don’t feel qualified to make a difference, believing they aren’t articulate, knowledgeable, or gifted enough. I don’t believe that’s true. God delights in using ordinary people who offer Him what they have.

I’m reminded of the little boy who placed his small lunch into Jesus’ hands. It didn’t seem like enough. Yet in Jesus’ hands, it became more than enough.

We don’t have to change the whole world. We simply need to faithfully love the person God places in front of us.

Looking back, I realize that God changed my life long before He changed my opinions.

He loved me. He pursued me. He placed compassionate people in my path. That experience continues to shape how I hope to live today.

Whether we’re speaking with a neighbour, engaging someone online, supporting a friend through a crisis, or discussing an issue on which we disagree, may we be known first for our compassion. Sometimes the strongest bridge we can build isn’t made of persuasive words. It begins with listening well, loving humbly, and extending the same grace Jesus has shown us.

Watch the Interview

This article is adapted from my interview with Deeply Rooted. If you’d like to hear more of the conversation in my own words, you can watch the full interview below.

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