Love Helps
The tubers, left to their own devices, will die in the cold. If no one cares to save them, if no one can be troubled to bring them in, if they go without notice to the subsuming earth, will anyone be sad? Will we weep for those who ask too much of us? Beautiful at times but costly, for all the accommodations; too much trouble for those troubled enough already. Too much effort for not enough recompense.
Knowing I might have helped, might have saved a life (which may well have been my own), or at the very least sustained it, yet doing nothing, how will I rectify my laziness? (sure it’s a harsh word. Say, “inertia”. Say you’re “very busy.” “Distracted.” Say you didn’t know).
I want to give the help I once wished for, with no strings attached, no guilt, no conditions. No ulterior, underlying, subconscious motivations (not even “Christian” ones). No pretense, no superiority, no hypocrisy, no martyrdom. No quid pro quo. Just love. Only love. Show me love. I’m not looking for a free ride. I’m asking, quite respectfully, for mercy.
LBM 10/5/2022
