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🌿 What We Owe One Another: Love, Not Just in Conflict, but Always

There is much unrest in our world right now.

So much division.

So much conflict.

So much pain being carried by people near and far.

Every day we awaken to headlines filled with war,

with violence,

with endless arguments over who is right,

who is wrong,

and who deserves our compassion.

And yet amid all of it,

Scripture offers a truth both simple and profound:

We owe one another love—not merely in times of conflict, but always.

Not only when tragedy strikes.

Not only when the world feels fractured.

Not only when suffering becomes impossible to ignore.

But always.

Because love is not meant to be reserved for moments of crisis.

It is meant to be the steady posture by which we live.

The Apostle Paul writes in Romans that all commandments—

all laws,

all moral obligations—

can be summed up in one instruction:

To love your neighbor as yourself.

And perhaps what strikes me most about that verse

is how radically simple it is.

Because in a world that often complicates goodness,

that debates morality endlessly,

that searches constantly for loopholes and exceptions—

God reduces so much of what He asks of us to this:

Love people well.

But if I am honest,

what troubles me most in watching our world today

is how quickly we decide who is worthy of that love

and who is not.

We divide ourselves by nation.

By politics.

By religion.

By race.

By ideology.

By culture.

We have become so comfortable placing one another into categories

that we forget the humanity within each of them.

And yet nowhere in Scripture do I see the command:

Love only those who look like you.

Love only those who worship like you.

Love only those who vote like you.

Love only those who believe exactly as you do.

No—

we are simply told to love.

Even when it is difficult.

Even when it stretches our understanding.

Even when it asks us to look beyond our comfort and our bias.

Because if our love extends only to those we understand,

then that is not divine love at all—

that is preference.

Real love asks more of us than comfort ever will.

It asks us to see every person first

as a soul created by God.

It asks us to remember that before someone is labeled by religion,

nationality,

or background—

they are human.

And if we truly believe every life bears worth,

then our compassion cannot have conditions attached to it.

There is an old song that echoes this truth in far simpler words than I ever could:

“Shower the people you love with love, show them the way that you feel.”

And perhaps that is part of the problem in our world—we make love far more complicated than it was ever meant to be. We withhold it behind pride, behind assumptions, behind fear of vulnerability, behind the endless belief that someone else must earn it first. Yet love was never meant to be rationed so carefully. It was meant to be shown freely, spoken openly, and given generously. For so often, the very thing people around us need most is simply to know they are seen, valued, and cared for before life grows too heavy to bear alone.

Yet I believe there is another truth tucked quietly within that command to love your neighbor as yourself—and it is this: before we can fully love others well, we must first learn to love ourselves rightly. Not in arrogance, nor vanity, nor self-importance, but in the quiet understanding that we, too, are worthy of gentleness. There is another song that puts it beautifully: “Be kind to yourself.” Because so many of us wage wars not only with the world around us, but within the walls of our own hearts.

We become our own harshest critics, our own loudest doubters, our own fiercest enemy. And yet how can we pour compassion outward if we refuse to offer even a drop of it inward? To love yourself is not selfish—it is to honor the life God gave you and the heart He is still shaping within you. And perhaps only when we begin extending grace to ourselves, laying down the weapons we hold against our own spirit, can we truly understand the depth of the love we are called to give others.

Because while nations may war

and cultures may clash,

peace has never begun in governments first.

It begins in hearts.

It begins in the quiet choices each of us make every day—

to be gentler,

to listen longer,

to judge less quickly,

to offer grace more freely.

It begins when we choose love

not only when it is easy,

not only when it is deserved,

not only when it is reciprocated—

but because it is what we owe one another.

And perhaps if more of us remembered that,

this world would look a little less fractured,

a little less bitter,

and a little more like the place God intended it to be.

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Susan Thomas

In My Anywhere But Here, we remember the wisdom of Romans 13:8: “Owe no one anything, except to love each other, for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law.”