Love can transorm. Love can find a way to reach deep inside and pull out the best in a character. Love can be blind, but it is always felt deeply. Love can be extraordinarily easy to fall into, but excruciatingly hard to climb out of. Love can stretch across oceans and mountains and continents, and when it does, the heart and mind together are pulled in that single direction. Love is a strong armour, but makes one feel weightless. Love doesn’t care about race or the social ladder, or even about one’s comfort. Love comes, steals in softly, and becomes so much a part of who you are, that you can hardly believe anything mattered before it.
But Love is also giving. And doing. And sharing.
And Love is enough motivation to travel far away from home and comfort to live in the slums and poor villages of Asia. Love provides the strength every day to look AIDS in the eye and say, “I love you anyway.” Love calms every fear so that boldness turns into miracles and weeping turns to laughing. Love is freeing a beautiful little girl from the prison of trafficking, looking into her dark eyes, and whispering, “I love you, Sophia.” Love heals the sick, the lame, the blind, and points them to Christ. Love stands up for the outcast and the oppressed. Love pleads the case of the orphan and the widow. Love looks up from where it’s suffering and whispers “I still love you.”
Does this mean anything to you?