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The Great Divide

By Valrelyn

What if where we stand right now is a testing ground for our future?

Would we pass?

What if the command to love one another was never meant to be a comforting quote we repeat in times of crisis, but the very standard by which our lives are measured?

What if this moment — right now — is the true separating of the wheat and the tares?

And what if humanity is failing the test?

The truth is, we as people are very skilled at casting blame.

We blame this group and that group.

We blame governments, systems, cultures, and history.

Yet the person we often struggle to confront is the one staring back at us in the mirror.

This message is not about condemnation.

It is about awareness.

Scripture reminds us that not everyone will choose the path that leads to life. That may sound harsh, but the deeper truth is this: we are all given a choice.

Every day.

Every interaction.

Every word spoken.

We choose who we will live for.

If the greatest commandment is to love God and to love our neighbor as ourselves, then the question becomes unavoidable:

Have we truly chosen love?

When families divide.

When churches divide.

When cultures and ethnic groups divide.

Have we chosen love?

Because loving your neighbor is not automatic.

It is a decision.

Love and hate run parallel in the human heart, and both require energy to sustain.

But sometimes when we hate another person, it is not truly them we are rejecting.

It is the part of ourselves we fear seeing reflected back.

Perhaps the greatest divide in our world is not race, culture, or nationality.

Perhaps the greatest divide is between who we say we are and how we actually live.

If love is the standard, then the question is simple:

When history looks back at this moment,

will it say humanity chose love…

or division?

A personal reflection

I was never raised to judge people by race.

My mother taught me to look at the heart.

That is how I raised my children.

Because the truth is, children don’t come into this world seeing division.

They learn it from us.

Which means they can also learn love from us.

Perhaps healing really does begin

with the hands that raise the next generation.