The darkened theatre was filled with movie goers of all ages. Next to me sat a little girl with her grandfather. She talked and laughed and questioned throughout the movie, but there was one moment thatÂ I just couldn’t handle.
It was the movie sceneÂ where it appeared all hope was lost. There was nothing left to suggest this could ever have a happy ending. Under her breath I heard herÂ whisper, “It’s all over.”
“It’s all over.”
“But it can’t be over.”
And tears trickled down my cheeks at the child who could look at the totally hopeless situation and know it simply couldn’t be the end of the story.
Sure, it’s Hollywood and we’re suckers for a happy ending, but I think we all long for good to triumph because it is how we are created. We see and hear the hopeless, the unjust, the evil splashed across headlines and social media every day and the storytellers among us remind us of what could be and what is, but gets lost in the money pit of bad news and myriad of unthinkable atrocities.
Somewhere deep inside we know that good is supposed to win, justice should be served, and that there may be a price to pay, but it will be worth it because hope and love and life are important.
When it looks like evil is winning, when it looks like there is no solution, no hope, under our breath we say, “But it can’t be over.”
I woke up this morning to what has become an all too familiar occurrence. I got online to check messages to find a new set of news updates and social media hashtags related to injustices happening in our own backyard.
I sat outside and cried for so many that still cannot see past the color of a person’s skin or their position in society or the uniform they wear or the lifestyle they live that we may not agree with. I prayed for those on all sides who are mourning the loss of loved ones and felt for those who are fearful toÂ leave their home each day. Â I contemplated the circus that feels like our media and politics and the desperate need for accountability, honor, courage and truth to prevail.
Love seems like such a cliche answer to it all, like trying to fix a gaping wound with a small butterfly closure, but if that’s our reaction then we don’t really understand what loveÂ means.
“If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I donâ€™t love, Iâ€™ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, Iâ€™m bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesnâ€™t want what it doesnâ€™t have.
Love doesnâ€™t strut,
Doesnâ€™t have a swelled head,
Doesnâ€™t force itself on others,
Isnâ€™t always â€œme first,â€
Doesnâ€™t fly off the handle,
Doesnâ€™t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesnâ€™t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.”
1 Corinthians 13:4-7 (MSG)
That’s the kind of love we are calledÂ to walk out. That’s the love that brings hope and opens communication for reconciliation. And it’s not cliche. It’s really really simple and it can be really really hard.
Our headlines are dark, the solutions seem lacking, but it can’t be over.
Â We can choose to walk in love when the world resorts to hate and fear. We can choose to have conversations that are difficult, because there are decisions that need to be made that are difficult. We can choose to care and listen before speaking. We can choose to extend grace and mercy when everything seems to scream the opposite.
It can’t be over because you and I are still here, and no matter how bleak it looks we can make a difference.Â We can choose to love.