When I look at the world, what I see is dependant upon my eyes. Are my eyes awakened to the reality of right and wrong, measuring everything as black or white, good or bad? I am starting to really see that this will bring death, and a grey bleakness to what is beautiful.
This week, I had an overload of bad news- child labor, migrant workers, corruption, and that biology midterm… I started to give way in my perspective to one that rather than being alive in love and hope, was tainted with despair.
The object of someone’s love is perfect. There is no fault, no blame, and no accusation against love. Love hopes all things and believes all things. I believe that eyes that see even the darkest of histories with the hope of love will be eyes that will also see the redemption of those histories.
Back in the day, the Beatles sang a song that all we need is love. While I have to admit that my musical taste veers more towards Jazz than the Beatles, I wholeheartedly agree. When I start to see the nations, and the history of our humanity, stained with hatred, torn with evil and corruption, my heart begins to reflect these things, and they have won. I want to see in love, because love is what we need.