Forty-two years ago, I got married to a young woman of eighteen years. Talk about your turning points! This morning, both of us said to one another "Happy Anniversary" and then, when she was ready, I took her to her job and dropped her off. It was like so many other days in that respect and yet, it was a milestone in both our lives. After all this time has passed; after all that we have experienced together here is the one important fact about our marriage ... we still LOVE one another, not as we did way back then but differently in so many ways. The day we professed our love for one another before all the world, God, in His infinite wisdom and might, made of us, ONE FLESH. We are still ONE this day. May it always be for eternity. Happy Anniversary my dear wife.
Please allow me to add the
following words I wrote at some point in the past concerning LOVE. I
wrote them at a time when I was trying to understand it.
is an emotional adhesive, bonding people to people, people to things,
people to places. There is love of money, love of country, love of God,
Brotherly love, marital love, parental love, self love, Christian love,
love of life, etc. The list is endless.
One thing is for
sure; "Love Binds" when it is genuine. To separate one from a thing
which is loved, another person which is loved, or a place which is
loved, temporarily or permanently, is not a simple act of separation,
putting some distance between the two, leaving each one whole and
complete. It is a traumatic event, emotionally violent, tearing away
some portion of the one which loves, leaving behind a person less than
whole, who will experience some degree of emotional pain.
Love is an unstable element of life. It gives pleasure when binding two
objects together, but mutates into a source of emotional torture during
or after separation. If love is directed toward another person, and it
is not returned by that person; love can transform into the bitterest
kind of hatred.
Love is seldom passive or uncommitted. It is
either precisely focused or dormant, waiting for some stimuli to spur it
into action. It seems to come from an inexhaustible source deep within
Love can be like a wild fire, all consuming,
ravenous in its appetite. It leaves ashes behind when it goes, it
doesn’t take all evidence of its presence with it, like rain that has
been dried up by the sun.
I don’t believe in love at first
sight. I believe in attraction and lust. Love does not exist without
reason. Love is not blind, but it can be stupid, illogical and
irrational. It sees but it excuses, accepts, covers up and pushes aside
Love can exist where one would least likely
expect to find it and yet, it can be noticeably absent where one might
expect it without exception. Love is an enigma, a conundrum; a force
that defies understanding and comprehension. It cannot be pigeon-holed.
It is said that God is love. Allow me to ask you this; if God had not
created all that he created, if there was no universe, no planet Earth,
no human life, no you and me, would He still be viewed as love? By whom?
If it was just He and the Angels and whatever other spiritual creatures
that are with Him in this place we call heaven, would love even exist?
Agape Love, unconditional love; is it possible, does it exist? If it
does exist; is it possible for a human being to exhibit it, demonstrate
it, manifest it in, through and by their own abilities?
it that some believe there is such a thin line between love and hate;
sort of like being on one side or the other of a razor’s edge? Could
true love really be that fickle?
God is love! Does anyone
understand Him? I’ve yet to meet the person who does. I’ve also yet to
meet the person who understands love. So...in my own circular way,
perhaps I have just proved that God is Love.
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