What is love?  An operative phrase about the passionate drives to follow to the ends of time those qualities we find undeniable?  The mooring, tethered to another heart, lashed tightly enough to stand a mid-deck through the great Nor-Easter?  The cumulative sacrifice to time, tenure, talent and treasure for the sake of those for which responsibility resides?  The agonizing yearn for return of the spark which kindles the brightest flame?  The petrifying, fear having lost something breakable for not having valued gentility or having crushed it by a clutch too firm?  Or laying down Glory to come to Earth, giving every ounce of blood, tears and life, so that every man and woman has the opportunity to be set free of the power of sin and death, cleansed of life’s poison to spend eternity with a Holy and Righteous God.

My concepts, my words fail me.  Ensnared by my throat, saving me, putting a stop to my inability to express something beyond my understanding.  How can I love when I cannot even comprehend?  I am capable of puppy’s affection nothing more.  It is through His love for me that I even have a basis for expression.  Having never felt the unconditional treatment I was offered for simply believing, I was awestruck from the outset, perpetually humbled in the Light of God’s Transforming Love.  Even now in the telling, the recount, the explanation, I am strangely insufficient to relaying my own history.  How can this be that I am too frail, too simple, lacking the complexity to even relay the wonderment of God’s Provision?  Laid Bare.  I point to God and know you will find Him the same.

How then am I to love these humans, simple creatures like me, who have a frail but wonderful understanding of that precious endeavor, love?  They waste it, playing fickle, acting as if its power is some how mastered by the frivolous, yet knowing all along that those who taste it superficially have never known its truth.  In depth, in the waiting, in the patience of a lifetime, learning to love is savored.  Remembered each time and craved, but honored as a warm house, a cool drink or the smile of a contented child.  Love is not the sinful thing of black knighted conquest in horror tales.  It is the moment when something finally becomes important enough to give us for its continued freedom.  It is Life’s Meaning.

In the words of the wonderful Bible Hymn, “I love you Lord and I lift my voice to worship You. Oh my soul rejoice, Take joy my King in what You hear, let it be a sweet, sweet sound in Your ear.”  The rest I will leave to the foreign cries and moans of my unknown heart as its words are translated by You, Oh Holy Spirit, the Majestic voice of God that lives and Loves Within each of us.  I cannot express my Love for You Lord.  May I love them in the way You have commanded.  In Jesus Name.