We Must Love as God Loves
by Rajiv Moté After the battle that drew the border between our village and the Forest Folk, the pastor told me I should know which passion ruled my heart: love or fear. God’s example was always love. I argued that love came easily to God because He had nothing to fear. Was it out of fear that I hefted my spear and checked the iron border fence every morning for the last ten years? Or was it out of love for our village and its people that I sought to protect them? For us mere mortals, to love was to fear. A border represented both passions. It was out of love that I allowed Tanja to follow me this morning, skipping behind me, decapitating wildflowers with a stick. She’d woken early, and I had no reason to deny her. We would stroll along the edge of the dawn-lit forest, and then my wife, Mila, would join us to climb the hill to church. Mila and I had raised Tanja to respect the border, but she was curious—as any child would be. Had I feared for her more, I might have anticipated tro...
