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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.


“As I Walked Out The Door…”

As I walked out the door towards the care that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.
There is no peace, no freedom without forgiveness.

Forgiveness can be as simple as saying this to a perpetrator; You did horrible, horrible things to me…but…I forgive you. I forgive you from the dept of my heart.

Forgiveness brings peace of mind and begins a healing process.

Insight – Forgiveness

Through the hole in piles of old blocks, Chima peeped at his friend who searched frantically for him.

He stifled a chuckle as he saw his frustration.

Chima’s pebbles had hit him twice and his had hit him only once. If he could hit him one more time, he would win the game. His friend needed to hit him twice to win and he wasn’t going to let him.

A couple of minutes later, he didn’t see nor hear him anymore. He needed to see what he was up to. So, he raised his head above the blocks with caution to see. But what he saw was a pebble flying towards him at a close range . Before he could duck,  it had caught his right eye.

He felt the pang and at the same time saw seven stars!

“Ahaah! Got you, ” his friend laughed.

Chima moaned as another pebble caught his neck with a milder impact.

The sound of his scream forced his friend to drop the handful of pebbles he planed to throw at him and froze by his side.

“What happened? Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

“My eye, my eye, ” Chima cried.

His friend stooped and raised his face. What he saw terrified him. Chima’s right eye discharged bloody tears. He let out a scream and ran home to get help.

Chima’s mother rushed to the scene with her heart in her hands. Chima was rushed to the emergency section. When she saw the state of her son, she went limp.

What she had feared had happened. She had always disliked her son’s friendship with her neighbour’s son.

Chima was his exact opposite – gentle, soft-hearted and two years younger than the fifteen year old rough cob of a friend.

She had always tried to protect her son from him but couldn’t. How could she with her son making it difficult. He would always hang out with him.

“The only thing you can do is tell your son to be careful with him. You can’t stop the river from flowing in certain direction.” Her friend had told her when she complained to her.

“I could. It’s simple for me to do!”

“Tell me how.”

“I could build a strong wall between them, “

“That’s absurd.”

Chima’s mother was sure that if she took a drastic measure, she could end their friendship.

Moving out was one of her best options but she couldn’t possibly move out just to keep a neighbours son away from her son. That sounded ridiculous. Finally, she decided to let them be.

Ever since, she had lived in constant fear that one day, he would hurt her son.

Now that it had happened, she knew she would never to her son and would never come to terms with the cause of her son’s blindness.

When Chima’s friend and his parents visited him in the hospital, his mother refused them access to him. She had been embittered by the incident and was determined to keep the boy and his family as far away from her son as she could. That was what she had always wanted to do.

Two months later, Chima’s friend and his parents visited him at school. They apologised to him for the first time since the incident.

“We are so sorry for what happened to you, Chima. I have punished your friend repeatedly for being so careless and insensitive. It pains us his parents to think that our son has made someone’s son blind. ”

Chima’s eyes moistened. He wasn’t happy he got punished. His extended a hand to his friend and a hug followed.

Looking at his eyes which was now deep-set and half-closed with the iris seemingly lost, he wept silently. Chima consoled him.

“You know I didn’t mean to hurt you right?” Chima nodded.

“I can’t believe I did this to you,” his tears dropped, Chima dabbed his eyes with his handkerchief.

“You didn’t do this on purpose. Don’t worry about it?”

“Ever since this happened, I’ve wished we didn’t play with pebbles.”

“It’s my ill luck. It could have been you instead of me.”

That visit renewed their friendship. Until one day, his mother saw them playing together. She picked a stick and drove them apart. A few days later, Chima saw a big truck in front of his friend’s house. Soon, movers moved furnitures into the truck.

They were moving out! He ran towards their house, to say goodbye to his friend who

“Chima! Chima! Come back here!”

Chima paused, hesitated and walked back home. His mother took him inside the house.