“How do you love a child molester?”
That’s the question my wife asked last week after we watched this movie called Furious Love here in Mexico.
It’s a question that I have never bothered to ask, EVER, and I’m guessing that many of you out there hardly ever put such a sequence of words together. LOVE! CHILD MOLESTER? Never.
The truth is, we know we’re supposed to love the homeless, the widows, the orphans, the druggies, the gangsters (or gangSTAs), the disabled, and the difficult. We eventually come around to forgive the adulterer, the cheater, the liar, the thief and the occasional murderer (as long as it was an accident)… But a child molester? Pedophile? Rapist? Trafficker? Disgusting, unforgivable, unlovable. These are the people who belong in Satan’s armpit.
When my wife asked this honest question, the people at the table were baffled, troubled, and unable to come up with a good, “loving” answer.
I had no trouble answering at all.
I told my wife that I would beat the crap out of these kinds of people . . . and then I would consider loving them.
And then I was baffled just like everyone else. After these people pay their dues, whether it be jail time or my fist, how in the world are we supposed to love them?
I am troubled because I know real love is not selective and it is unconditional. Real love reaches into the darkest depths, picks the very nose of Satan, dusts off the unholy boogers and clothes the sucker in a shiny robe. But it’s never that easy, is it?
So what does this love look like? (Especially when you or those closest to you are affected?)
How do you love the “unlovable”?