There is a misconception that love and violence cannot coexist. That to love the world is to forfeit the right to act with force. That to be compassionate is to be passive. This idea is not only wrong. It is dangerous.
Violence is a tool. It is not a belief system. It is not a goal. It is a means of management when other options have failed or when immediacy demands action without delay. We do not reason with fire. We do not talk it down. Fire is managed by clear, decisive movement. To meet fire with understanding alone is to be consumed. To meet it with force shaped by love is to survive, and to protect what must be protected.
When we personify our faith, we must include the full range of our duty. Love without strength is helpless. Strength without love is cruelty. Our purpose is not to fall into either trap. Our purpose is to be whole. To know when a word will suffice and when a shield must be raised. To act with an open heart, even when the act must be firm, even when the act must be final.
Violence used without understanding becomes oppression. Violence used without love becomes revenge. But violence used with clarity, with sorrow, with purpose, becomes protection. It becomes a refusal to let harm flourish unchecked. It becomes a boundary that says, “You will not burn this house down. You will not consume this field.”
The Universe provides moments of kairos, moments of decision that demand more than hope. They demand will. They demand that we stand between the vulnerable and the fire, willing to act, willing to be fierce, without losing ourselves to hatred in the process.
There is no shame in defending life. There is no shame in drawing a line and holding it. Fire is not evil. Fire is not good. Fire simply is. Our role is not to curse it or worship it. Our role is to respond to it with wisdom, with force when needed, and with the enduring knowledge that love without strength is not love at all. It is surrender dressed as virtue.