Love

This post is in response to one written by Stephen Christian. You may or may not have heard about him. He’s just some guy in a band called Anberlin…

We are told that we live in a progressive, politically correct world. Bull. The self-proclaimed "tolerants" are intolerant of anyone who does not believe in their version of tolerance. Point this out to "them" and they deny it. Confront them on their beliefs and they scream "intolerant" and you end up looking like the bad guy...even if you were calling them out on their own prejudices. They become the very people that they are trying to fight against.

Jesus told us to respond in love to our enemies. He told us to “turn the other cheek.” That is one of the hardest things to do. Hate is easy because we like it. It gives us power and pride. We can take hatred and we can manipulate it for revenge. At least, we think we are manipulating it, but really, Hate controls us.

We look at those who love and we laugh at them. We call them weak because they remain quiet when we insult them. They don’t fight back, even when we’ve beaten them beyond recognition. But what Hate does not understand is that Love receives a far greater power when it humbles itself. Humility is not weakness, it is strength. Love is not cowardice but courage in the face of Fear and Danger. Love is trust. Love is the person who willingly says that she will forgive and forgive and forgive and forgive the one who hurts her.

CS Lewis wrote a book called The Four Loves. In it, he writes
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one...lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness...it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable...The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell."

Which would you rather have? A heart ripped to shreds and bleeding, or a heart stone cold and just as hard? One is dying, the other is already dead.

“You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.”
V for Vendetta