I think a lot about spirituality, physics, and religion. I have wonderings (a new word I picked up) about divinity and love. When asked to distill my faith down into a simple sentence it goes like this: But, can you love this much?
When I’m faced with a person living counter to my values in such a way I feel enraged, I challenge myself and say but can I love this much?
When I’m faced with a horrific story and feel compelled to run away or shut down, I challenge myself and say but can I love this much?
When I look a homeless man in the eyes and feel a sadness that could fill the universe, I challenge myself and say but can I love this much?
Love, like Mister Rogers puts it, “Is a verb.” Love is the unconditional acceptance of common humanity. It is the thread that ties us all together. It is my prayer, my challenge, and my purpose.
Some days with some people, I literally have to say out loud to myself: But, can you love this much? I wish I could say it always works and I always find the best in what I believe to be the worst places but I don’t.
That’s when I ask myself: Sissy, even with your faults, even with your mistakes and scars and losses and fears: Can you love yourself this much?