Love is as important as food. Without love, hate devours all life in us and leaves us dry, withered and without empathy for others.
Trails of bloodied innocence.
Accosted by flames of passion,
In a moment he’d become a monster.
One cannot imagine how we get to that point when there is no black, no white just shades of grey. Where we couldn’t make the difference between right and wrong. Where all we wanted was a quick release of tension. A child would became a woman, a woman a child.
He would bang the door shut while the poor old woman banged on it in vain. He would be left alone with the little girl. While the woman wept, releasing a river of sorrow- inside it got quiet.
He removed his belt and told her to undress. Silence.Then wham! He warned her, and asked if she was deaf. He ordered her again. Her eyes gazed at him; they had no fear in them, only light. She looked deeply into his eyes and a smile broke on her face.
He drew back, confounded like a mad man. His passions waning. He attempted to kill the sanity and raised his hand to slap her…
The words struck him like bullets through the heart, he was undone;
“Daddy, I love you.”
The words came out in a tiny peaceful and contented voice. After 3 years of incest, she still loved him- he was her father.
Question: How far does your love go?
Baseline: Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs;
love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. 1Co 13:4-6 (GNB)