It has been months since I have written anything. The occasional jotting down of scrambled thoughts finds itself on a small notepad but nothing I can ever finish. I’ve pondered, “Why? Where has writing gone? My safe haven for letting my heart speak, why are you silent? Why have your fingers locked up and your words frozen?” But before I could even find the answer to the question I would push it away, almost too saddened to know the answer.
“Delightfully loved ones, if He loved us with such tremendous love, then loving one another should be our way of life! […] But if we love one another, God makes His permanent home in us, and we make our permanent home in Him, and His love is brought to its full expression in us.” 1 John 4:11-12
Reading this late one night, just in an attempt to read some sort of scripture for the day, this halted my eyes from going any further. It was my answer looking back at me. It was a backwards way of answering my questions but nonetheless I knew what it was.
You see, I had stopped writing and letting my heart speak because my heart was too grieved for words. And still is at times. Since being home in America it has been so difficult, to see the division, the separation between one beautiful human and another beautiful human. Whether it’s politics, race, religion, violence, you name it – the separation is agonizing.
Within reading that verse from 1 John, I was reminded of the beautiful potential we have when we choose to love one another. Not only does violence cease and arguments fade into the background, but also His FULL expression is made in us! And for me that is the most beautiful, poetic, love story I believe we will ever know.
I think about myself, how undeserving I am and was for His unending grace and limitless love. I had made (and still do make) many mistakes, my judgments are wrong, I jump to conclusions at times without understanding someone or something better. Years ago, I didn’t look nice on the outside, I probably appeared hateful and maybe scary to some back in my days of all black (which I still love), chains, and dark makeup. But that is simply just style, nothing that you should fear. I am sure my words would’ve hurt you, full of filth and demeaning conversations. But those were just words, and if only you knew the rejection fueling each of them. Somehow in the midst of all of that, He still saw me and gave me Love. He chose to unify Himself with me, even when I wasn’t “right.”
What an extraordinary moment it could be if we would all see each other, all of our rights and wrongs, goods and bads, and still give Love. It says that in that moment that His Love is brought to its fullness in us. Just by the simple act of choosing to love rather than argue and point fingers, the very nature of God becomes fully expressed in US, people, messy, beautiful humans expressing God because we love.
His love is not expressed in our judgment against one another. It isn’t brought in our hateful social media postings. And it isn’t seen in our violence and slandering words.
It is fully expressed when we decide that love is more important.
More important than opinions, you know, the one that you are “absolutely right” about. Don’t let that be the mountain that you die on, walking over people just to make it to the summit and realize your opinions in actuality don’t make for good company.
More important than just your plot of land, there is a whole world that goes much further than the street you live on or the country you reside in. Look out bigger than yourself, allow yourself to see other’s realities.
More important than past events that have already come and gone, like the argument you had with a coworker last week that you are remaining bitter about – it has come and gone my friend, and today can be different. Today is different.
Writing has always been a way for me to hope in the midst of the brokenness I see and I think I know I let the division and disunity that I experienced coming back to America keep me from that. But I choose hope still. I want to see His full expression – I want us to choose to love one another.
“But one day I will understand everything, just as everything about me has been fully understood. Until then, there are three things that remain: faith, hope, and love – yet love surpasses them all. So above all else, let love be the beautiful prize for which you run.” 1 Corinthians 13: 12-13
Keep the faith even when it looks doubtful. Remain in hope, because there is goodness to be discovered. And choose love, because it is the most valuable thing you can give to the world.