As the Father has loved Me so I have loved you.
It is easy to love father, mother, children.
Why can we not love others without hullabaloo?
Why can’t love for the world be a given?
We know why we are not a saint.
That would indeed be extraordinary if we could be.
But perhaps when we never succeed we should not worry, it’s enough it’s meant.
Is not the effort enough, even if little result we can see?
Would we lay down our life for all the others.
For our children, yes.
But we would struggle with the rest of the world, with all its selfish tethers.
But indeed there would be no greater love, we should try to give no less.
So to climb the mountain, to achieve the injunction is impossible.
To attempt it, to walk in the overgrown foothills is possible.