It was a quiet moment. Judas had just
stepped into the night, and shadows still clung to the room. But Jesus, in that
dim silence, speaks words soaked in light: “Love one another... as I have loved
you.” Just a whisper for the soul. What if this was more than a rule? What if
it’s an invitation into a way of seeing? A way of being.
Jesus isn’t asking for imitation.
He’s inviting us to receive the love He has already given… to breathe it in so
deeply that it becomes the rhythm of our hearts. The love that washed tired
feet. That noticed those who were invisible. That lingered at wells, waited for
wanderers, and wept beside graves.
This love doesn’t rush in with
solutions. It stays. It listens. It gives room for someone else’s story to be
held with tenderness. And perhaps this is what it means to love like Him: Not
to fix, not to perform, but to become a place where others feel safe to be
fully human. To look at each other, especially in our fragility, and say
without words: You are still worthy of love. You are still home.
It’s not always easy. But it’s
possible when we remember: we are loved first. So let’s allow that love to
change us, not just to act differently, but to see differently. To see each
person as someone God deeply delights in. Including ourselves. Because in the
end, maybe that’s how the world will know. Not by how well we speak, but by how
well we love. By the trace of peace we leave behind. By the love that lingers.
- Sr. Lilly Pushpam
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