I've taken this 'thing' to God several times, knowing I'm to love even my enemy, but the 'mum heart' in me instantly wants to rise up and defend the underdog when the moment comes.
This morning, waiting for my hubby to exit a shop he had needed to go into, I was sitting in my car, reading "Journey to Freedom" by George Teo (whom I know as Teo - from my old Myspace days), which has, on more than one occasion, stirred to life the "mother heart" in me. I was reading the section that speaks of [General Secretary of the Romanian Communist Party] Nicolae Ceaușescu, which informs us of his family background - his drunken father and the abuse suffered because of him. At first I was picturing Ceausescu as the 'bully' (tyrant) he was, then the child he was at the hands of his abusive father.
In the middle of the swaying viewpoints, with my heart being tugged one way then another, a car pulled alongside of mine, and the passenger door swung open and hit my car. The woman was most apologetic. I didn't say anything - her husband had a few words for her, and that was enough of that. As I sat there, alone again, I thought of the dents on our car, most of which have been caused by other people. One was actually caused when, while Tim and I were walking through the bush for the fun of it, a car reversed into our car - leaving the scene before we got back.
Anyway, setting those thoughts aside, I refocused on the book, but, I'm an abstract thinker, which means, while reading, my mind has been known to wander off on its own. ;) As it did so this time, I found one eye on the book and another on the dents of my car, and somehow the two joined to be one and it came to me that 'a "body" that is repeatedly "dented" will only take so much before it no longer cares about the consequences of hitting back."
So I'm looking at the "bullies" of the world at the moment (those local and living beyond my view), and wondering how many times they were 'dented' before they stopped caring... They were young and full of promise and hope, once, too.
What a sad world we live in...
I wonder what "bully" we can help be set free today by daring to reach beyond the wall created to protect the wounded heart...? I wonder which "bully" is longing to be loved?
I wonder which bully would be brought to their knees in repentance, and turned from their anger and bullying, if someone loved them; if someone spoke to their brokenness and mourned with them, bringing healing to them.
Oh, I know there are some heartless people out and about these days, who strike out and hurt and ruin simply for the 'fun' of it - and trust me, I want to awaken their conscience, but surely there are those who need love, too. And maybe they live next door to you...or in your home...or in the mirror.