Time of Reflection: Love

mt ranier 031I just finished reading The Orphan Master’s Son by Adam Johnson. The main character is an orphan in North Korea, a group of people who are looked down on, not cherished, unlovable. It has been very hard moving my mind to other subjects – especially this Lenten post on love. After reading about living under the totalitarian regime of North Korea, the post I started on love seems shallow and trite.

Adam Johnson did a masterful job of showing me how living within a system of lies and extreme brutality, where the individual is secondary to the state,  can destroy so much that makes us human, including the ability to love. People make themselves forget how to love when children, siblings, friends, grandparents, parents disappear without cause or warning. People forget how to love when the state makes it a self-preserving tactic to turn against family. Johnson pulled me into his story and taught me about the extreme capacity for humans to feel so little compassion and love for others that they are able to systematically inflict unthinkable pain and suffering. I didn’t want to learn this, but I am glad that I did.

Maybe it isn’t coincidence that it was suggested I read this novel as I was thinking about love for this post. We usually think the evil opposite of love is hate – but Johnson’s story suggests that the real danger is indifference and blind obedience to authority. The type of blind obedience that comes from teaching rote learning of doctrine instead of critical thinking, with a filter of fear. What else must be present to make people so indifferent to the human spirit that they are able to inflict unthinkable suffering without guilt – even with a sense of pride?

The novel shows us this darkness, but is really about the courage and resiliency needed to remember how to love, and most of all the desire deep within our psyche for all that is good. We meet the main character as a boy, an orphan, with no given name, no family identity to guide him into adulthood. His coming of age takes place while struggling against the mind destroying punishments he has to endure, and is informed by what he learns from isolated experiences. We see rays of humanity periodically shine through as he searches for truth and has the courage to speak it. Whatever he has, older and stronger individuals see it and respond with nurturing to keep his body and spirit alive. We see his curiosity about freedom and his desire to share hope. He relates to others with integrity and we witness how they respond. He searches for love.

The God I worship tells me that the greatest commandment is to love God and then to love others (including oneself). I feel like I would need to write a book to define and explain love, but today I am convinced, at its core, is integrity and intimacy. The outward manifestation of integrity seems to be truth and of (emotional, not sexual) intimacy trust. When the main character of Johnson’s novel is asked what love is, he replies that it is sharing one’s secrets with another. Is his answer from within the context of a totalitarian state any different than from within a free state.

The God I put my faith in calls me to love those who are difficult to love; those who are irritating, different, those with power, and the powerless, those who are dirty and smell bad, those who don’t play nice, those who are arrogant. She calls me to love those who have sinned – even those who have acted against me. It is so easy for me to love those I like and trust, so very hard when I don’t.

The purpose of these Lenten reflections is to help me think about how my faith can make me a better person – a more loving person when I am filled with anger, disgust, frustration, distrust. I have seldom had a desire to strike out and hurt these people who are different, but I know how to not see them, shut them out. Do I need to see people who are different, and maybe even distasteful, through a different lens? Do I need to see their face and hear their name? How do I move from an indifference towards those who are different, to the actions of caring?

There is an even deeper challenge. What does it look like to love when I have been hurt; when I have felt an injustice against my being or character. How do I love when I have been humiliated, abused, scorned, or ignored? How do I love those who have taken something from me that is important to my well-being and sense of self? It would be foolish of me to trust them, especially if they haven’t said they were sorry and proven (over time) that I could trust them again.

To see love is to see me giving people another chance,  if circumstances call for it; even if it means making myself vulnerable to further hurt. To see love would be to see me being honest, without judgement or revenge but with gentleness. To see love would be to see me being more concerned about the humiliation, fear, pain, and anger of the other than my own. You won’t always see this kind of love when you look at me, but I have experienced it and this gives me hope and courage and strength. I have experienced the darkness and joy of Lent.

To read where I began this journey click here. I invite you to join me in my reflection on Peace as I prepare for my post in this series. If you feel the desire to write your own reflections on one of these topics, I would enjoy having you post a link in the comments below.

Beauty Thru My Lens: Gentle

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I’m in a gentle mood today and needed to post a photo to match. We took our son and future daughter-in-law to the airport very early this morning so I’m a bit tired. I also have the warm afterglow of having a very enjoyable visit with them. How wonderful to spend time with a son who has grown into a man we can be proud of. How wonderful that he loves a woman who we share a mutual respect and love with. How wonderful to watch them wrapped in their mutual love, joy and laughter. It is the true beauty of life.

A Different Kind of Valentine Love

The Bardo Group has invited all writers, poets, artists, photographers, musicians and other creatives to join them in a Valentine’s Day event, Bloggers in Planet Love. My work isn’t on the same level of the creative work of this great group but I am a blogger who loves this planet of ours and especially love capturing its beauty through photography. I am also in a love relationship that has been nurtured and grown for over 50 years.

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J and I don’t celebrate Valentines Day – we don’t have to have a special day to show our love for each other. That happens every day because our love isn’t built on the gifts we give each other but on the respect we show and our enjoyment of each other. Besides we would prefer to support our relationship instead of participating in a meaningless consumerism that doesn’t support our healthy lifestyle or a healthy environment.

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I find it irksome that this “holiday” was created for commercial reasons and hyped so strongly that people feel guilty if they don’t buy something for their sweetheart. The advertising must get to J because he starts asking me if I would like flowers or candy or jewelry a few weeks before these commercial holidays. I don’t like seeing him stressed because he feels he should buy something I don’t need. All I need is for him to make me laugh when things get tense, hold me when I need to cry, help me solve problems when life gets dicey, share in the work of living, and be a gentle, passionate lover.

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J does all of this already and is the reason why I love him so much. But there is one more characteristics I love, his caring for the environment. We believe the scientific reports that our planet is in trouble but we feel helpless in solving the problem. It is a big problem that is mostly beyond our control but we aren’t putting our heads in the sand and we do small things like recycle and reduce our use of energy resources. We also pay attention to what politicians say about environmental issues so we can factor this into our voting decisions.

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As I publish this post, I can smile because of the love that continues to bloom in my relationship with J and the beauty of these flowers that are growing in my dot on this planet. Both relationships and our planet need to be protected if we want to continue to enjoy the healing grace that comes from them. My next step in responsible citizenship is to expand my thinking about how my purchasing choices (and disposal of not-needed items) impacts other dots on our planet.