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The Thing About Loving An Enemy

Can you easily swallow a medium sized rough stone? Yes? Then you can easily love someone who hates, spites and always looks for a way to bring you down.

Unrepentant enemies are likely not to give a damn about your love; just like those who crucified Jesus.

Before they crucified Jesus, they took his lovely garment and expose his nakedness.

As he hung on the cross fighting for his life, they made mockery of him.


Yeah, they mocked him!

But, Jesus, before he gave up the ghost on the cross of calvary, did forgive and prayed for the same people who exposed his nakedness to the world and nailed him to the humiliating cross even though their teeth were all over the place mocking him.

They mocked him the more when he said, ‘Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.’


They didn’t even notice the love and forgiveness in that statement. They didn’t care if he loved them or hated them.


But to Jesus, they were the lost sheep of Isreal. For their sake he came, and even though they were a party to his death, he forgave them.

He forgave Judas as well even though he couldn’t beat taking his own life.

That’s an extraordinary human.

So when I hear forgiving or loving an unrepentant enemy, Jesus comes to mind. There is something extraordinary in what Jesus did. It’s not just forgiveness.

Forgiveness Is not Love

If it were, it would be a lot easier for us to love an enemy.

Loving an enemy goes beyond forgiveness. It entails the show of mercy; genuin and an undeserving compassion.

But to get past the difficult stage of loving an enemy, there is need to assume that such enemy does not know what he’s doing. 😳😳You know, like assuming that he does not know that fire consumes human flesh and leaps into it. Instinct tells you to save them.

Thinking of fire…..

Loving an enemy is like seeing someone who wants you dead in a burning house and jumping into it to save him. Hahaha. That’s it. (Don’t worry. You wouldn’t die in the process. Both of you would be safe.)

I tell you that if you could do that for an enemy, he would repent and would begin to look at you with a different eye; a loving eye.

But be careful with an enemy though, lest he traps and destroys you.

Happy Sunday to you.

Florence

Love and a Cup of Coffee Taste Better When Hot – Ethiopian Proverb

When people fall in love, they are ready to do anything for love; jump off the cliff, sleep on stones, freeze in icy weather, swim to the end of an ocean and jump into the blazing furnace. But how many survive the test of time? Only a few.

Romeo and Juliet’s love was a kind of hot, fresh love. They were in love for only four days before they met their death. That’s what I call hot love. And it’s a kind of foolish, thoughtless love. This kind of love does not allow any level of reasoning to manifest itself. It stiffens the mind and prevents it from thinking about consequences or future complications.

If Romeo and Juliet lived older, they might not love each other enough to die. Fresh love is always sweet love, pleasant love.

That’s where most lovers want to remain. But it’s hard.

It’s hard to keep love in its fresh or hot state. Circumstances surrounding life and individual complications make it more difficult.

As time passes, those who walked hand in hand in their kitchen and bathrooms vow to give up an eye to be free from each other. Separation; gives them the space they needed to be able to remain sane as a couple when divorce isn’t an option.

But this kind of love is always the fake kind of love, love built on what the eyes can see which even the things that eyes can see hardly sustain. Love built on beauty, sex and money is the worst kind of love. It melts like wax and evaporates into nothingness within a short period.

But there is a kind of love that doesn’t grow cold no matter what it’s exposed to. Yes! There are couples whose relationships are old but still feel like yesterday.

When people fall in love for the right reasons, love grows deeper and hotter. They are ready to sacrifice for each other, endure for each other and use anything in their power to renew their love each day. They respect each other’s feelings and do not rely on their feelings to make it work. For love should go beyond what we feel. If we rely on feelings to keep love alive, love dies off when whatever we feel fades away.

Today’s Quote

Conflict is an opportunity to become clear about yourself and your values and beliefs and desires. Conflict is the perfect breeding ground of authenticity. Every time a conflict arises, we can see it as an alarm bell that tells us… Here is an opportunity to really know yourself.  – Teal Swan –

Today’s Quote

Great to be here today. Hope to be back soon. Hope your day is great.

Florence Ezekafor

It’s Not Time Yet!

Retirement is a stage of life that most workers look forward to. It’s a time to rest from regular work for the rest of one’s days. For some, it means rest but for others like ninety-year-old Nwana, it means death.

He believes that the moment he stops working, he will die. 

He’s a painter and painting makes him feel the blood in his veins. He loves painting houses and old age has not changed his passion and expertise.

It began when he turned seventy and refused to retire, his children did not understand why he kept working at his age. It became a thing for concern when he turned eighty-five. They knew what people were going to say – no one caters for his needs. But all their effort to stop him failed.

‘Force your father to stop now  before he dies working!’ People say.

And his children try all the tricks they know to make him stop, including soliciting with his clients to stop giving him work. Nwana finds out and summons them and says, ‘ I know you care about me but if you care about me, let me live my life the way I want. It’s my life. If I die living my life, it’s my death as well. Please, let me be..’ 

‘No papa, you must stop. It’s not good for you. And People are talking!’ The youngest says.’ They’re laying blame on us!’

‘Well, let them talk.’

‘You must stop or I’ll make you,’ the eldest says. 

In the night while Nwana sleeps. They gather his painting tools and burn them to ashes. Nwana wakes up early in the morning with no tools for his day’s work. He searches for them until he finds out what happened. His children burnt his tools. I force-stop him. 

He stays at home the whole day in silence and his children think they have won. But he calls them again in the night and gives them a warning.

 ‘Before tomorrow’s dusk, I want to see all my tools in my hands. That’s all I have to say for now.’ 

He gets his tools back and keeps working into his 90’s, and everyone fixes wide and condemning eyes on his children, who are in the position to support his used life. 

But each time Nwana sees their sympathetic stare, he wonders if they think old age is a time to sit around and depend on others. He’s not tired. He’s strong and healthy enough to work. Why do they insist on retiring him?. 

Nwana turns 92 and his strength fails him. He’s forced to stop painting. He only stared at his tools.

Ten years later, he’s still alive and knows that what keeps him alive is neither work nor rest, 

It’s not yet his time.