LOVE IS BLIND

Have you ever thought about what it meant to be Hitler's wife? Or Abacha's wife? Or maybe Stalin's child?

It has always fascinated me how people become loyal to their superiors or leaders especially when their leaders are generally approved as bad leaders or persons. For instance, how do the children of politicians such as Dariye react when people talk about their parents? How do they feel when they read the news about their parents? Or for instance, how did the loyalist of Richard Nixon defend him even when they knew he was wrong? Or when the closest friends of Martin Luther King Jnr knew he was flirting, how did they handle that bad part of him?

I've been thinking about this throughout the year. Right from January upto this point, it was one constant theme that kept resurfacing in my thoughts. From the first book I read, "This Child Will Be Great" by Ellen Johnson Sirleaf to the one I am currently reading, "Andrew Carnegie" by David Narsaw and "The Ragamuffin Gosple" by Brennan Manning, the theme of loved ones handling the negative side of others have appeared to disturb me impressively. My morals, principles and values teach me to abandon anything that is negative, sinful and evil which will mean total abandonment for anyone I know who practice this.

Right now as I write this, there is this lady whom I love dearly. I just love her. She's not my sister or my girlfriend but I love her in a way that words cannot fully say. My love for her has no long time or short time ambitions. I mean, I'm not thinking that someday we will date or get married. I just simply love her. But that's not the interesting part, the interesting part is how she hurts me. She knows all the things I don't like and she does them. Almost every single day she's up to a new hurting. I get angry almost every time I meet her. But just like I stated, I still love her. When I talk to her tomorrow, as I am planning to, I will treat her with kindness and perhaps before the end of the conversation she will make me angry, again.

Have I thought about not loving her again? Or not caring?

No. Everyday comes with a pure love for her.

I wouldn't let anyone hurt her, I will protect her as much as I can, I will love her as long I am alive and I will forgive her every single time that she hurts me.

What's wrong with me?

I'm blind!

I've been blinded by love. For as long as Shenny is involved, I can always forgive and see that she is good, beyond all the negativity that I see in her life. I strongly believe she is good, not because she currently is but because I don't want to believe that she is bad. And love is helping me hold on to that believe.

It is the same thing that happens to all the *bad* people we know that I've tried to describe. Their relatives and loved ones do not want to believe that these people are actually irredeemably bad, they prefer to hold out the hope that they will be kind, that their love will triumph.

Its the same way certain people love me even while I hurt them deeply.

Love is blind.

Wasn't it blind when it hung on Calvary even while we were hitting the nails on His fingers and hailing the thief on the other side? Wasn't it blind when He loved you for no reason? Was it ever not blind?