Love
It is strange that the English language has more words than any other language in the world, and yet it is so limited in one of them. The word “love” is that word. Love comes in many forms, and yet there seems to be only one word for it.
We use it to say that we merely like something, or that we are addicted to it. We use it to describe how we feel about someone, or about sex with them. [perfectpullquote align=”right” bordertop=”false” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud. It does not demand its own way. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.[/perfectpullquote]
We use it to describe the parent/child relationship, a love which seems so deeply set in us that it has become part of us.
But there is another kind of love, which is greater than all of them, wider and deeper. It is a love that sees past and through all the hurt, the shame, the pain. It is a love which never stops, even if it is not returned.
It is the love which took Jesus to the cross, the love that kept him there as he died in agony, the love that helped him to say, “Father, forgive them.” It is the love that God offers to all mankind, through his son, Jesus.
It is the love which we have both accepted, and which has changed our lives.
It is the love which is available to you.