“Make sure you tell the people you love that you love them.
Loudly and often. You never know when it might be too late.”
Too late…what is that?
I think that the sentiment behind this statement is one that is commonly grasped, and yet it is not commonly embraced…because if it was, then there wouldn’t be so much casual, callous disregard for one another as human beings.
Our eyes caress these words…while our hearts just glance right off like stones skipping along the surface of a lake…
I think about the situations of my own life…I poured my heart into a group of individuals for over 10 years, and since I openly transitioned, I have had interactions with two of them during which I was told that I was under the influence of a demonic spirit, that I was not “submitted” to other christian people, and that I was rebellious towards God. None of these things are true, but hey, at least there was some conversation there, some acknowledgement of me as a person. And the rest…nothing.
It is as if I never was, as if we never lived, never had those one on one conversations. It is as if I am not the repository of their secrets that I am, as if I had not prayed for them, loved them. No…our connection was based strictly on what it was I could do for them…and that seems surreal to me in light of the sentiment above.
Here is the deal: we read the quotes like the one I quoted and we think “yeah, I gotta be sure I am remembering that it could be too late someday”…and then it is…too late.
Just like that.
I don’t know if there are any people that would think “too late” when I die. I cannot control that. But I do know what I can control: saying I love you to the people I do love and care for…and telling every person I meet that they are important, valuable, and lovely.
Do justice. Love mercy. Walk humbly.