This week I assume is love. Wow, that is a loaded word if there ever is one. I feel a certain lack of love these days for those who hate me just because the color of my skin. Yes, I mean white. I have been called a racist, and that is the most painful thing I had been called, because it was from an accuser who didn't know me, and because if I was racist, why would I take a job helping children of all races to get the help they needed?
It is also hard to love the Islamic extremists, who hate me for many reasons: being a woman, American, Christian, disabled, etc., etc., etc. The plight of the persecution of Muslims around the world is so advertised, but not the plight of my fellow Christians around the world who are killed simply for being a Christian.
I have to remember that some people grow up in a world full of hate. There is no respect for love, no respect for life, and no respect for death. They think in the name of Allah it is right to kill all the infidels. People can pontificate all they want about why they kill, but it boils down to this: theirs is a life of hate and death.
Why else would a couple abandon their own baby, as the San Bernardino terrorists? If they loved that baby, and if that baby's life mattered to them, they would not abandon him/her. But their hatred for us and commitment to Allah, superseded that.
It's interesting to note the difference between Christian and Islamic martyrs. Christian martyrs are killed by others because of their refusal to turn their backs on God. They don't kill themselves or anyone else. Islamic martyrs kill themselves and others, in the belief that they are honoring Allah. All they are honoring is the forces of evil. God knows what they are doing, and they will suffer the consequences of their evil acts. They have not won, they will never win.
Why? Because God has won! He won by showing His love for us in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. For God so loved that world that He gave His only begotten Son for us, so that, in Him, that we might be saved. For those who believe in Him, He gave the right to be called children of God.
So even though I can't love my enemies in my own power, I can through Him. And it is not a love that excuses what they do, or allows them to get away with it. It is a love that understands that they know not what they do, like when Jesus was crucified, He asked God to forgive those who killed Him, for they knew not what they did.
I, for one, am glad that God is love. Life is so full of hatred and death that without God's love, it would be hell on earth. I shudder at the thought.
So we celebrate Christmas because God demonstrated His love for us through the birth of His Son. He spoke to the shepherds, He spoke to the Magi. For Jesus is not just for some people, He is for all people!