Leviticus 19:18 - August 24, 2014
When I was a teenager, I worked at an orphanage in Houston, Texas. One morning when I arrived at work, I found a five-year-old boy dressed in a blue and white sailor suit, with his right hand tied to the fence post with a cotton rope. A note from his mother was pinned to his little sailor suit saying that she was not able to raise him. His little eyes brimmed with tears as I read that note. Full of bewilderment and uncertainty, he looked up at me and said, “Mister, what is your name?” I said, “My name is John Hagee.” He said, “Mr. Hagee, would you hold me and hold me real tight?” I thought my heart would break as I wrapped my arms around that little tyke who had been abandoned by a hopeless mother.
I sometimes think of Robbie, that’s what we came to call that little boy, and I think how Robbie is the spitting image of so many Americans right now. We are a nation that has an abundance of everything but love. People of all ages and every social standing are waiting for someone to put their arms around them and hold them real tight until the fear goes away, until the hurt and the pain subside. This nation will never be a strong nation again if we don’t start loving each other. I’m talking about loving the unlovable, those who don’t have the same social and economic standing as you, those who don’t have the education you have, those who can never give you back any thing at all. When to put your arms around people from whom you have no hope of any reciprocal gift, you give them the greatest gift of all—the gift of love.