Have you been Ebola-ized yet?
The World once again seems to be on guard for another epidemic awaiting to pounce.
A NYC Dr. has just been diagnosed with Ebola within the past hour.
We’re afraid. . .once again. . .
but it certainly IS NOT the first time.
I don’t remember his name. . .
but I’ll never forget his SELFLESS LOVE.
It was about 18 years ago and he had been with his partner for nearly 12 years.
He had AIDS.
He was dying.
His father was a Southern Baptist minister who actually believed that AIDS was God’s righteous punishment for homosexuality. He had said that his son was already dead to him and that he had no place in his house or his life unless he “REPENTED.”
What’s worse than a young man in his mid-thirty’s dying of AIDS?
A man in his mid-thirty’s who’s dying of AIDS and has to choose between staying with his partner UNTIL DEATH DO THEM PART or reuniting with his judgmental, YOU’RE-GOING-TO-GO-STRAIGHT-TO-HELL-UNLESS-YOU-ATONE-IMMEDIATELY-FOR-YOUR-DISCRECTION family.
True love never really has to choose. . .
It only needs to recognized that it has chosen YOU.
. . .Often it is not.
After much painful discussions and ultimately even more daring decisions, the AIDS-Infected Prodigal son returned to the home of his parents to be reunited with them.
He went home as his last gift FOR THEM.
He and his partner agreed, that there love didn’t need explained or proven, that in fact, it had COMPLETED THEM.
What they further agreed upon was that his parents needed to have their son return so that they could actually grieve his death in a much more acceptable way.
So home he went. . .
R E P E N T A N T
He died in the care of his parents.
LOVE as a VERB.
. . .A very SELF-LESS ONE.
We’ve had many epidemics hit the world–even in our current lifetimes.
What about Love?
The DIS-EASE OF LOVE?
The EPIDEMIC OF LOVE?
The highly contagious. . .
The Severely communicable. . .
The Intensively contractable. . .
The Unimaginable transmittable. . .
Dis-Ease. . .pandemic outbreak of pure, undefiable, unadulterated
L O V E ?
It’s never death that parts us. . .
It’s life without love–unconditional–that keeps us separated; segregated,
I N C O M P L E T E D.
Here’s to a HOPEFUL Love Epidemic. . .
Here’s that we each may be infested with the Dis-Ease of Love. . .
That we may intentionally, purposely INFECT others. . .
That we may make it airborne. . .
That we may leave no lung without it’s air. . .
That we may become terminal. . .
Now. . .
Then. . .
For an ever. . . .