Love, love, is all the rage. Love me enough to leave me alone and let me be. Allow me to be what I am. Do not warn of dangers or pitfalls. Do not call me names or refer to my choices in negative terms. Use terms of endearment for all my acts and motives and troubles. Just love me. Let me live in peace. Embrace me with all that I am and hope to become.
Years ago on a dark and stormy night in a small county in the south, a bridge washed out. A river roared down below. No warnings had been posted. A lone driver discovered the disaster in just the nick of time to stop his car in front of the drop-
Sometime later another pair of headlights appeared. Someone else was headed for the washed-
Still he remained at the site in case other vehicles should come that way. One after another his cries and efforts were ignored. Three drivers fell to their deaths in spite of all he could do. Finally after some time of waiting, another car approached. The man stood in the path and shouted a warning. This driver saw him at the last moment and screeched to a halt. He was saved.
What was love to do? The man could have gone on with his life. He could have left others to their own misfortune. Or he could try to save them!
It was not his fault the bridge was out. Others might not appreciate his efforts. They may even be upset at his efforts to upset their lives. Perhaps he should leave them alone.
But would that be "LOVE" -
Now suppose mankind is created by an all-
Perhaps we should turn around and go home. It is not our problem. Or is it?
"Am I my brother's keeper" -
No, love will not allow us to be silent. We will stop and wave our hands and raise our voices. Some will not heed, some will perish. Many may wish we would leave or just shut-
Larry Albritton, July 20, 2015