A Greater Love
Yesterday I was confused. It was fun, watching the neighbor boy race around his yard, searching for eggs. It was Easter. I wondered if he thought about The Greatest Love. I doubt it. I dislike holidays. The way they morph into some smiling commercial, the original intent, forgotten.
When I went in and checked my email, I found a message from a friend regarding Eustroe, rabbits with wings from eggs, I don’t recall; no more far fetched than any story from the Bible and I’m sorry but it didn’t help my confusion.
Doug turned on a documentary about Jesus (an irony), and I tried to wrap my mind around the need to crucify, the need to crucify anyone for anything but most especially, the need to crucify Jesus and I was seriously stymied in the simmering I’d been stuck in since early morning. What is wrong with people, that they can’t Love? And if Jesus was sent here to wake us to the truth, why have we fallen asleep again? Again and again, we choose hate, as if we had no great alternative!
When The Greatest Love knocks on your door and you don’t open, because you’re afraid or dismissive of what you cannot understand with your marvelous mind, or cannot comprehend with the vastness of your experience, or even trust, with your very large heart, you are missing. Missing more than chocolate bunnies and peeps. A Greater Love begs us to stop crucifying anyone for anything. Drop the stone you mean to hurl and hurl hard, and hug your neighbor.
LBM 4/18/2022
