Have you ever looked back and realized in the midst of other overwhelming emotions, you forgot to love?
Today I read the intriguing essay, “Why I Hate Loving Mark Driscoll” by Christian Piatt over at Red Letter Christians today about his reactions and rebuttal to Mark Driscoll’s recent tweet about President Obama. As I read his article, much of what he wrote resonated quite strongly with how Mr. Driscoll’s comments made me feel, too. Then I got to the part where he wrote about the difficulty in loving Mark Driscoll and how some days it’s easier and some days, not so much. I know exactly what he means. In fact, I went back and re-read my post from this morning about my reaction and response to Dr. James Dobson’s comments on Sandy Hook Elementary and realized something:
In the midst of other overwhelming emotions, I forgot to love.
My sorrow, my frustration, my anger – it’s all right here. My love for the innocent lives taken and those mourning? I’m hopeful that’s obvious. But showing any love to Dr. Dobson? It alludes me. There is something to be said for affording someone, anyone, even Dr. Driscoll, the grace to be human. I didn’t do that in my post this morning. Yet Christian Piatt was able to offer it to Mark Driscoll today (or at least, speak to the wrestling he experiences in learning to love). It is a reminder for me when someone says something that leaves me astounded. In the swell of emotions that overtake, overwhelm me, and in being moved to respond, how is love a part of that response?
I think that’s a hard question. Must mean it’s probably a good one, too.