Love is a precious commodity. I think most of you will agree that we use it rather freely but it eludes all of us. Love of a man, woman, parent, sibling or general love of all things in life including spiritual love between man and God.
My conversion to Christianity has finally helped me understand what unconditional love means. Motherhood has been quite an eye opener. I recommend every woman give it a try atleast once in their lifetime. I understand my parents constant ‘ one day you will understand when you’re a mother’ Obviously but was not so obvious then to a teenage angst ridden little me. When I have had a bad day, very little sleep and just want to switch off in every humanly way possible; I look at my precious child and she gives me this beautiful, innocent smile and I go all jelly in the belly. Cuddling her perfect innocent baby self with twinkly eyes, soft baby mouth close to my bosom makes every bad memory a distant, forgotten one. The deep satisfying love that engulfs my heart is highly exhilarating. She truly brings me alive like nothing ever has.
It dawns on me why God wants us to pray to Him when we are in trouble or are hurting. I would expect the same from my child. No matter what she has done I want her to know she can come to me anytime, any day and I will do all I can within my power to help her or protect her. God’s love is as pure and unconditional as a mother’s for her child. But just like I need my child to tell me her problems, God asks us to communicate through the medium of praying.
As a young Muslim girl,growing up in Saudi Arabia I remember being taught how I could hang out with Jews and Christians but Hindus and other idol worshippers were off limits. We were discouraged to be friends based on who believed what. I grew up feeling guilty for talking to my friends who were Hindu. In fact I remember feeling so guilty all the time for every little transgression that I eventually accepted that a nice little mansion was waiting for me in hell guarded by giant demons whose sole purpose was to eat my soul on a daily basis and spit me out only to do it all over again everyday for eternity.
The biggest deal breaker was when I was taught about the sin of exposing my hair. How every strand will turn into a snake in my grave and will choke me to eternal death until judgement day. That was the last straw. I was petrified but I still didn’t cover as much hair as I should have. Snakes are my worst nightmare. Either I have no real fear of this threat or I’m just good old fashioned brave
The point of me mentioning all this is that I now know that a great God as ours does not need us to eat special food, wear black cloaks or be friends with selective people to attain His love. We are made in His image. We are His children. Just like my little baby is borne out of my blood and flesh; I do not need her to do anything to make me love her any more than I already do. This is not a religious rant. It is a deep expression of a mother’s profound, unconditional love for her child. I just needed to share my enlightened view of God’s love for us and hope all my loved ones one day accept this beautiful fact. In the name of Jesus, Amen.