IT WAS ALWAYS LOVE

in Articles By Mccuon on 12 Apr 2026

I don’t know how your mornings usually begin, but mine started differently that day. At exactly 5:00 a.m., I stood outside the Nation Centre. The world was quiet, almost like it hadn’t fully woken up yet.

Early birds were up though, men loading sacks onto a pickup ready to start their hustle or journey to somewhere or whatever people loading pick ups do.

On the other side, two security guards stood at the entrance … still, watchful, consistent.

Everything felt ordinary, then without warning, the lights cut out, sudden darkness.

In that moment the ordinary dissolved, and a single thought rose up with clarity: we are the light of the world.

Not in times when everything is illuminated and easy, when brightness makes the path obvious, but in those unexpected moments when night falls and uncertainty presses in.

As the day went on, that moment stayed with me.

Later, I found myself seated in a Discovery. A big car. A silent reminder of where I am… and where I hope to be. I whispered a small prayer: “God, Hata Mimi… Kama tu hii.” Not just for the car but for growth, for direction, for becoming.

The driver, Victor “Reverend” started a conversation that felt too timely to be random.

He asked a question that changed everything:

“If I ask you whether your mother or sister is beautiful, you will say yes… but you won’t be thinking about physical appearance.”

And he was right, I guess. You think about who they are. Their strength. Their patience. Their heart.’

And in that moment, something became clear:

Maybe that’s how God sees us. Not through our flaws. Not through our failures but through love.

The Reverend smiled and continued. Marriage, he said, is not a contract but is a covenant. Not based on conditions, but on commitment.

And suddenly, Easter made more sense than it ever had before.

Because the cross… was never a contract. It was a covenant. It was God choosing to stay even when we fall short.

Choosing to give, even when we did not deserve it. Choosing love, even when it cost everything.

And in that moment, I began to understand: The cross didn’t just represent suffering. It accomplished restoration. It closed the gap between us and God. It reminded us that love does not walk away when things get hard.

He shared a story of men who were asked,

“Who here has never had conflict with their wife?”

All stood on one side, except one.

When the one man was asked why, he said, “I don’t know… my wife told me to stand here.”

We laughed. But beneath the laughter was truth: Love is not the absence of struggle. It is the decision to remain and to appreciate each other despite our differences.

Love is beautiful he gave us the 5 Cs: Cherish. Communicate. Commitment. Christ. And sharpen the soul. You would wonder why sharpen. He comes from Nyeri “s” is “c” And that last one stayed with me. Because “the longer you take to sharpen the saw, the easier it is to cut the tree.”

And maybe that’s what the resurrection is.

A sharpening. A renewal. A rising again. Because if the cross showed us love that sacrifices, then the resurrection shows us love that restores, revives, and gives life again.

It reminds us that: Darkness is not the end. Pain is not final. And broken things are not beyond repair.

As I reflected on everything , the darkness in the morning, the quiet prayer, the unexpected sermon in a moving car; one truth kept repeating itself: God’s love is not theoretical. It is seen. It is felt. It is lived. Just like we see beauty in the people we love beyond what is visible God sees us that way too. Fully known. Fully seen. Fully loved.

And maybe that’s what Easter is meant to reveal to us: Not just an event to remember, but a love to understand. A love that chooses us daily. A love that stays. A love that rises again. So, when I look back at that morning… the darkness didn’t feel empty anymore. It felt like a reminder. That light matters. That love matters. That sacrifice has purpose. Because in the end, when you put it all together; the cross, the resurrection, the life we are called to live ,you begin to see it clearly.

It was never about obligation. It was never about tradition. It was always love. And now, I can’t help but wonder:

What does Easter look like through your eyes… when you see it through love?