“Anyone who claims to be in the light but hates a brother or sister is still in the darkness.Anyone who loves their brother and sister lives in the light, and there is nothing in them to make them stumble. But anyone who hates a brother or sister is in the darkness and walks around in the darkness. They do not know where they are going, because the darkness has blinded them.” 1 John 2:9-11
There is no faster way to turn the lights off than to let hate set into your heart. I have to admit letting hate sink into my heart is the fast way for me to become debilitated. For as soon as I let it in I can hardly function in this world. Similarly, it is many times easier to hate rather than love. Love is hard. Hate is easy. What is the cure for hate? Love is the cure. And sometimes love is a choice. We choose to love. We act in love.
Today I am pondering the question of how do I love certain individuals that I find it challenging to love? Similarly what about when the actions I am taking in love are not seen that way by others? For sometimes we do certain things in love but the individual receiving it may not see it that way. How do we act in love but also protect self and set boundaries? Life is sometimes rather complicated isn’t it.
I wish I had all the answers to these complicated questions. For love is challenging. But one thing I do know. If I keep trying to love others, keep praying for others, keep asking God to give you the ability to love others then it is like a knife cutting through the hate that tries to sink into your heart. It is a battle but keep fighting the hate with love because this is the cure to the darkness.
As someone who has had repetitive episodes of rather severe depression I have lived in times I felt incredible darkness. One of the things I always attempt when trying to come out of a depressive episode is to make myself serve others. This service no matter how small allows me to take my eyes off my own suffering. It allows me to attempt to love others. Plus it gets my butt off the coach and out of bed. I may not have the motivation to do much of anything but the reminder that loving and serving despite how I feel is as good as any pill the doctors are giving me. Love is good for so many things.