Many Persons, One Love

“I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.”

I’ve seen these words of Martin Luther King, Jr. spread virally over Facebook, and I can’t help but smile. In their simplicity, they speak volumes. They speak to the instincts of the human soul, which is naturally inclined towards love, regardless of hatred’s ominous presence in our world.

I’ve grown to believe that real, true love has to give of itself. It is not satisfied in simply taking from its object, as evil is. Just as the human body needs food, water and air to survive, it is in love’s nature to support, nurture and protect its darling. It puts itself last, and it wouldn’t have it any other way.

It knows no other way.

But it’s hard to believe in love’s supremacy, isn’t it? The shootings in Arizona are merely the tip of the iceberg – the most recent in a long history of mankind’s attack on mankind. What’s worse is I know these shootings are not the last; there will be more violence. Such hatred would dishearten me into an early grave, were it not for love’s thunderous retaliation against it.

In the words of Helen Keller, “There is a lot of suffering in the world, but there is also a lot of overcoming it.”

But how do we overcome it? Where do we find the strength? What is inside the human soul that defends it against the perils of evil? Why do we continue to fight for peace, when the darkness continues closing in on us? I think I have the answer…

It is how we were designed.

I hear Saint John declare, “God is Love,” and suddenly, it all makes sense. I see people of every race and religion in an entirely new light, as though a veil has been lifted and the truth revealed. Yes – we are each different and unique, but we are also the same. We are the same, because we all love.

A man and woman long for companionship, and through this longing, they search for and find one another. The fusion of their love creates another human being, which will crave the same passion that brought it into existence, and the cycle will continue.

An old lady surrounds herself with an assortment of pets, claiming she enjoys their unconditional love. While this may be true, what she really enjoys is the exercising of her love upon another creature. Her pets need her for food, shelter and affection, and in needing her, she needs them.

Love must be able to give of itself.

A little girl cradles a baby doll, as though it were her very own child. She is only two years old, yet she knows exactly how to hold it, feed it, talk to it, and kiss it. What does a toddler – a babe who can’t even read – know about motherhood? Where does her need to nurture originate from?

A corrupt preacher leads his congregation in hateful protests against soldiers, homosexuals…anyone who does not fit his warped creed. He pickets their funerals, rubbing salt into the wounds of their anguishing relatives, and pleasures in the media attention towards his demonstration. But he is no match for the public outcry against his actions - an outcry fueled by love and manifested in the form of anger.

And all of this springing from the one, ultimate Love which deigned to give of Itself towards creation, and continues to do so. This Love is like the sun in the sky. No matter how overcast, it is always there – constant – and no amount of clouds will ever change that. Even if the evil in this world slays me, it would not be victorious. I would simply return to the Love that created me in the first place – the Love that created all things…

The Love that is never outdone in generosity.

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