My Brother, My Sister
One of my favorite moments about being Kwame and Terence's mom is witnessing the love they have for each other. I used to find joy while I sat in the living room with the TV. on mute as I eavesdropped into the "secret" conversations they held in their bedroom. They had this unique way of laughing and talking that was much different than when they were in my presence. A freedom to communicate without boundaries or rules or guidelines. A freedom to be the little boys God created them to be. Their conversations would always start on a serious topic but then it would drift into this extreme realm of silliness. I could always envision their beautiful smiles that exposed all of their pretty, little teeth and how profound their dimples would become every time they laughed. They're much older now; Kwame is in Afghanistan and Terence is completing his last year of high school. And with all of the miles that separate them, their love for each other keeps them tightly bonded. I still watch them. Instead of turning down the volume on my television, I filter the world from my mind and admire these two young men exist as if they were still the young boys who, after they worked themselves to a hunger from playing, would stand in front of me to ask, “Mom, what’s for dinner?”
I can only praise God for teaching me the importance of love and the way a family should be. It burns my heart when there is division in the family. However, I do understand that under certain circumstances such separation is warranted. For my own sanity and peace of mind, I have separated myself from my oldest brother. But even with the distance between us, space is the only line that I draw between us whereas love is what keeps me bound to him. Shall he call me any day or hour seeking for my help or guidance, I will be there God-speed and Spirit centered. He and his family are always in my prayers and it is with faith that we will one day be as if we were never apart. I know very well that he loves me and cares about me; yet, I am convinced that he allows his pain to keep him from expressing his affection in a way that would validate his love.
There are six of us siblings: Garic, myself, Chris (my twin), Sherene, Justin, and Andrea. It is rare that all of us are together in one place. Although most of us share the same parent, I don’t recall of a moment that we would refer to each other as “stepsister” or “stepbrother.” For where there is love, not only shall unity be evident and shared, but there should also be a representation of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Through His ministry, He taught us how we should love and relate to each other whether we are brothers and sisters through familial blood or through His blood. God created us to strive together, uplifting and assisting each other. And we should always do for each other without seeking personal gain or glory, but that we are joined to reach a common goal: unity.
Even if someone is an only child, he or she is certainly not an island. We have been blessed to be surrounded with plenty of people who are willing to connect and share the love that God has placed in each of our hearts. Having a joint relationship is a choice, a commitment between parties, that requires us to understand this pertinent passage, “Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another” (1 John 4:11).
Lord, we ask that Your Spirit will enter into our hearts so that we may share the one love, this love, that You have taught to us. Destroy every wall that divides and manifest Your word that tells us that it is impossible to love God and to hate our brothers and sisters. Amen.