With Crystal Clarity

For now we see in a mirror dimly but then face to face. Now we know in part, but then I shall know, just as I also am known. And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
— 1 Corinthians 13

I spent some time this morning, pondering this:  ..... but the greatest of these, is love. I wonder sometimes... what do we know of real love anymore?  Does the world have hope?  Is there anyone out there with faith enough to stand up and fight for it in a non-violent way? Is it even possible to fight for something without violence? that sounds naive even to me.

I think about the devastating suicide of Robin Williams, the terrible atrocities already committed by ISIS and the suffering of so many in a country far away from me, and in my country, the ridiculous antics of a child who thinks twerking is the way to avert all eyes in her direction and I realize that here, in some ways she's right. She's getting attention and making a fortune at it and who is handing that to her?  We are.  Our dollars place value on what she's doing. But at what cost... not just to her, but to all of us as a society?  

Why do we do these things?  

I read news of earthquakes and droughts and the terrible outbreak of Ebola in Africa.  And then I sit down to write in this blog thinking of all those things and wonder... what can I possibly say? We have such easy lives here, by comparison.  Talking about food, fancy vacations, flowers, my cushy life? We fill our lives with work and internet and television and if we're lucky... with a few people and things we feel passionate about.  I am grateful for and appreciative of those things in my life that bring me passion and joy but sometimes I think I'd have a much different world view if I lived it through the eyes of a doctor risking his own life to save those dying of a deadly disease, in the mind of a journalist who knelt before his executioner, in the fear experienced by a refugee high in the hills running from terrorists, in the heart of a man ravaged by thoughts of a disease of the body now joining forces with the demon of the soul he has already fought for decades.  We feel so far removed from these people and things but we are not.  We should not be.

I was taught that the Ultimate Love was embodied in great suffering. Somewhere deep inside, I still believe that.  But I do not pretend to understand any of this.  And oh... how I want to.  Not dimly, but with open eyes that see with crystal clarity, the One that really matters.