A few weeks ago I was involved in an incident in which someone behaving with aggression and malice was countered by a young Christian man armed only with the power of goodness. Each outburst was met and somehow quietly overcome by nothing more than firm yet gentle patient love. It was a potent experience and demonstration of the power of love; one that made a deep impression on all of us who were there.
Two weeks ago I saw, very tangibly, someone's attempts to wound and hurt through words and gestures unwittingly release an even greater outpouring of love. I saw provocative aggression somehow bringing out a power greater than itself, somehow overcome by that power, without any show of physical strength. I saw the power of love; the quiet, gentle yet mighty, death-conquering love we receive from Jesus and commemorate today.
Last night, with great sadness, I heard of the hate-fuelled murder of Christian students in an attack in Kenya. As I journey with Jesus to Calvary, and prepare to recall his death, I pray that in some way this act of savagery will also lead to an even stronger torrent of love; that death and violence will not be the end. Here too, may hatred somehow be lost in an even more powerful flow of love.