May those who love us, love us; and those who don’t love us, may God turn their hearts; and if he doesn’t turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we’ll know them by their limping.
This Irish blessing acknowledges that not everyone will love us, but at the same time it strongly highlights our insecurities. Do we NEED to be loved by everyone? Certainly not–what an outrageous statement of egotism! But at least one or two would certainly be nice, wouldn’t it? And what if we don’t even accomplish that? I assure you that it is the very rare person who is not loved by one other someone. Didn’t Hitler’s and Bin Laden’s mother love them? I don’t know, but I strongly suspect it.
We want to be able to identify those who don’t love us by recognizing them from a handicap of NOT loving us? SHEESH! We ask that God CRIPPLE those who won’t love us? This is some serious hating going on from our part to wish such a thing and to call it a blessing is blasphemous!
So we may never be sure if others love us. Even when we are told and it is displayed to us, there are betrayals of love everywhere we turn. People “fall out of love.” Personally, I don’t see how that is possible, but I am told it happens.
Try this; Love one another. Start small if you must with just one person, but try to work it into a humankind project. But you get the ball rolling. Love someone–anyone. Just Love. You’ll be surprised at the wonders it can work.