…Love’s in need of love today
Send yours right away… (Stevie Wonder)
This week as I bleed through the news and ache with the senseless loss of life. I weep because love died today. Those who read these missives are aware of my thoughts regarding our mechanizations and what is good and evil. I remain resolute good and evil are choices we make day by day. Do we choose to love, or do we choose to hate? Some may say, it really isn’t that cut and dried, but it is.
This week I lost a dear blood sister in Christ. It wasn’t from death. It was from a difference in political ideology. She found fault with my Facebook postings on my political beliefs. They differ from hers. I did not place enough emphasis on her complaint or observation. I felt all the loving, uplifting posts I share should have indicated my heart. I thought all the loving care I shared with her should have shown my heart. I thought love would cover the multitude of sins.
My response was, what will political ideology mean when we get to heaven? I also stated I always knew we differed in our political beliefs but that never caused me to love her one percent less because of it. Apparently, it was quite a bit more important to her than to me. I missed the cue and the death has occurred. I mourn the loss, and call out to Jesus, not unlike Mary and Martha when Lazarus died in the hopes of resurrection.
Another conversation this week helped me understand, I am required to live out loud the lessons I am learning. I was stumbling around in confusion on several relationship issues. I mentally and emotionally found myself staggering in bewilderment as to why these things were happening and my feelings toward them. My wise counselor shared; “you are being called to practice the lessons you are learning in the board room.” It is all well and good to learn that we are to love one another. It is all well and good to read books about forgiveness and long-suffering. But what happens when the rubber meets the road and we are challenged to live these concepts out loud in public for the world to see. Needless-to-say, reality of this hit me. I fell back into the teachings I have been receiving and found the solution to my dilemma. LOVE.
The love I am called to live is not the Hollyweird love we see on television and read in books. It is not the happily-ever-after love of fairy tales. It is the bloody, messy died on the cross love that delivers us all. It is the love of First Corinthians chapter 13. I have not loved until I love the unlovable. I have not forgiven until I forgive the impossible to forgive. I have not joined in the suffer of Christ until I love those who spitefully use me and reject me and slander my name. I have not loved until I love as he does. This is my Garden of Gethsemane moment. Do I have to, Lord? Lord, you can take this all away and I don’t have to do this. Can we make a deal? I will wash all the dishes for a month and take out the trash, if you would just take this cup away from me. NO deal. Woman up, accept the charge. Love.
As I mourn the loss of a dear friend and rejoice that we will meet again in heaven and our political persuasions will not matter in the light of the glorious presence of God, I love today. I love as if I have not been battered and bruised. I love today as if the clock has been rolled back to another time and place. I love the way God loves me.