The Reality of Love

True, sacrificial LOVE—it’s almost a redundant phrase in my opinion. By nature, true love is sacrificial, and sacrificial love is inevitably true. This is the kind of love that hopes all things, endures all things…it’s patient, and kind. By default, these attributes create a new kind of love; selfless love—the reciprocal of which is compassion.

In all humility, I need to admit that I’m not half so loving as I should be. The Love that Christ gives us is unconditional…and while I strive to achieve that, my humanity constantly fights it. Inevitably, I love some more than others and even then I don’t love as wholly as I should. However, the event of revelation which shows me that my love is real is found in the moments when I find myself under the darkness of the night sky...pointing out the stars to those in need of the hope they offer. When I can feel the ache in my inner being—the ache to actually do something with that feeling—I know I must act upon that love. Compassion is selfless, selflessness is sacrificial, sacrifice is true love...true love is sacrifice.

Love is the feeling of wishing you could take someone’s pain for them…if it wasn’t so, why would the most poignant and only perfect example of love be found in Perfection taking the sins and shame of our wretchedness onto Himself? In Christ…we will ALWAYS have love! When everything else dies away…when people betray…when hearts are broken…Love is still infinite—in Spirit and in truth. God doesn’t mislead, and through His example, we have HOPE of something bigger and brighter than we could possibly imagine.

We have the most constant form of Love within our grasp at every turn. There are people in the world—forests of people—who are linked to one another in love. Jesus didn’t just come to earth to show us Love. He came to show us how to love. We can’t always love purely, or beautifully, but for us to know that we would die…or live…for the minutest of increases in another’s life; therein lies the divine gift we’ve so ungraciously and undeservingly received.

All I want from life is the opportunity to share that love with as many people as I can possibly touch. I want to reach through the thick brush of chaos, and touch the cold fingertips of those people longing to be cherished. I want to break down the barriers that stand staunch between myself, and those who are longing to be rescued —rescued by anyone who will take the time to search for them and show them the sky’s infinity. I want to soften the fists of the ones who have been in this cold resistance for too long, take their hands…and dance.

Love. Is. Joy.