I see an image of the word love written beautifully by a young woman I know who actually wouldn’t know real love if it walked up to her and slapped her in the face with a fish.
Not that love would ever do that, of course…
My point is: love is a potent magic. Actually, love is more than that. Love is a Person.
I know this because for years and years and years I have lived on a diet of scraps when it comes to human love. Many of us do.
Humans see our faults, boss us around, prefer second-hand shoes to our hearts and minds.
Humans: a rum bunch.
So I type in “God’s love” and begin to read the verses–I am on a quest for love.
I immediately feel the iron. God speaks to us of love as though it is the chicken wire that keeps out the wolves, the walls holding back the storm, a strong fortress against assaulting armies.
This kind of love is tough die-for-your-sins stuff.
Yup. No flowers and chocolates here. Something stronger instead. They say if you bury gold for a thousand years it will not rust. They say honey never decays. We’ve all had loves that walked out or faded.
But this guy Jesus. He is gold and honey love. Tough as nails. The nails that pinned him down to the Cross…for me.
Worth the world entire.
The world in His eyes.