Itís just one of those words that roams free; you canít easily chain it down, trying to define it. Thatís one of the things that make it so beautiful. In fact, I think itís a bit funny how numerous people - theologians, writers, intellectuals, and others (myself included) - are caught up in trying to define the single word: Love.Love is stunning - beautiful - and it makes us different. Different from the animals. Different from the plants. Different from the world that holds us. Love separates us, and by doing so, unites us. It makes us blind, but in being blind, we learn to see. Itís easy, itís hard. Itís perfect, itís marred.A lot of people go to the, ďLove is patient, Love is kindĒ saying when defining love. It is a nice phrase. But, when I decided to look it up in full context (1 Corinthians 13:4-8), it sounded a little more than nice Ė it sounded amazing. The words, theyíre kind of like soft chocolate flowing through your mouth. Or music, how if you listen deeper, you feel more:
Love is patient, Love is kind,
It does not envy, it does not boast,
It is not proud, it is not rude,
It is not self-seeking,
It is not easily angered,
It keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with the truth.
Love always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.Love never ends.
I stop & think. Why try to define something thatís already been defined so perfectly?
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