The loadshedding’s hit again, plunging Akasia into darkness. Another stage 6. My laptop screen flickers, mirroring the flickering hope sometimes felt in this beautiful, battered country of ours. The news – another corruption scandal, another service delivery protest – feels like a relentless, grinding soundtrack to our lives. It’s easy to feel overwhelmed, to let cynicism take root, like a weed choking the life out of a once-vibrant garden. But then, I remember 1 Corinthians 13:4-7, etched onto my heart like those koppie-like hills surrounding Pretoria.
Paul’s description of *agape* – that tough, tenacious love – isn’t some sentimental notion. It's the baobab tree of the soul, weathering centuries of drought and storm. It’s not the flashy jacaranda in full bloom, beautiful but fleeting, but rather the quiet strength of the aloe, surviving the harshest conditions. Thinking of it this way, in the context of our South African reality, makes it less abstract and more practical.
I remember last week, visiting my neighbour, Aunty Nomusa. Her pension barely covers her needs, and the loadshedding makes life even harder. Yet, her spirit is unbroken. She’s always the first to offer tea and a comforting word, even when she has little to offer herself. She embodies that *agape* – the selfless kindness, the refusal to keep score, the unwavering hope despite the relentless challenges. She’s not immune to hardship; she just refuses to let it crush her spirit. Her response to suffering isn't mere passive acceptance, but an active choice to love, mirroring the active choice Jesus made for us on the cross. That’s the essence of the resilient vine clinging to the rock face – that active, persistent choice.
This kind of love isn’t passive; it's active engagement. It’s the young entrepreneur in Soweto, defying the odds and creating jobs despite the systemic challenges; the community activist organizing food drives in Alexandra, demonstrating that love, expressed in tangible acts, fights against injustice; the teacher in rural Limpopo, educating under-resourced students and investing in their future. These individuals, though ordinary, express an extraordinary love which confronts the realities of inequality, corruption, and injustice that plague our nation. These are the modern day “baobabs” of our society, their roots running deep in the soil of faith and compassion. These are the people who embody the theological idea of *kenosis*, the self-emptying love of Christ, demonstrated not through grand gestures, but through the quiet heroism of daily acts of grace.
But what about those times when we fail? When our own frustrations and anger boil over? When we find ourselves keeping score, harboring resentment? It’s in those moments, amidst the darkness of loadshedding, both literal and metaphorical, that we truly grapple with the challenge of *agape*. It's not about achieving some flawless, unattainable ideal, but about striving, about constantly returning to the source, to the love that sustains us.
Paul's words aren't a checklist; they're a compass, guiding us towards a more complete, more compassionate understanding of ourselves and our relationship with God and our fellow human beings. They call us to a relentless self-examination, to a continuous striving for that love which transcends the limitations of our human frailty and the political and economic turmoil of our times. It's a love that isn't merely a feeling, but a choice; a choice we make every single day, even when the lights go out. And in the darkness, we find that the heart of the matter, the light of *agape*, shines brightest.
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