I keep seeing the hashtag #lovewins. It’s flooding my social media feeds and even my television with like a technicolor megaphone. It’s been interesting watching Facebook over the last few days. Many of my friends are commenting on how pleasantly surprised they are at the lack of negativity over the recent Supreme Court ruling legalizing marriage between any consenting adults. Their statements sadden me. They show just how little love really is winning.
I’ve found that no matter what your stance on a social topic, love is often the last thing that is winning. The common courtesies of kindness seem to only apply when my opinion aligns with yours, otherwise opposite viewpoints are seen not as merely an opinion or belief, but as intolerant. It doesn’t seem to matter which side of the grey line you fall on, if there is disagreement, there is discourse. Love doesn’t win.
And love isn’t winning around the world, friends. Love isn’t winning when our eyes are drawn from the realities of life and death to focusing on what your neighbor is going to say about their personal life and readying for a fight. Love isn’t winning when you’re gearing up and thirsting for an argument. Love isn’t winning when the church divides and lines are crossed based on the cross. Love isn’t winning when we forget that around the world men, women and children are actually dying for their beliefs.
Love isn’t winning in Syria and Iraq, where children are crucified and used as suicide bombers without ever realizing what they are doing. Love isn’t winning when little girls are sold into sex slavery for the cost of a package of cigarettes and mothers who are forced to leave children behind in an attempt to save others. Love isn’t winning when men are being decapitated on a beach because they love Jesus. Love isn’t winning when people are forced to convert lest they be sentenced to death and torture.
Love isn’t winning when a baby is ripped apart in the name of choice. Love isn’t winning when a woman suffers in silence because she thought she had no other option. Love isn’t winning when a child hides in a closet because the darkness there is better then the fear that accompanies the darkness of their room. Love isn’t winning when more than 20,000 children in our own country are left homeless and without a family. Love isn’t winning when we tear each other apart.
Maybe I’m jaded. Or maybe I’m just bone tired. But I don’t see love winning. Not yet anyway. But I have hope. I’ve read the last of Revelations. I know who wins, and while it may feel like I’m playing on the losing team sometimes, I know how this story ends.Even so, I brace myself for arguments as I type these thoughts.
But I am comforted by the ending, because it’s not just love that wins, it’s Jesus.
Joining my friend Lisha Epperson today at #GiveMeGrace.