If I could explain it fully, I would. At times, there are no words. It is that powerful, perplexing, mysterious.
But three scenes come into mind.
Love: When Jesus was standing on Mt. Tabor, shining brilliantly like the sun. A son Himself.
There Jesus is, looking up at God the Father. There God the Father is, looking down at Jesus. “This is my Beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased!,” God the Father echoed.
Do you know how loved you are?
You are a beloved son or daughter of God. No matter what you’ve done, no matter where you’ve been. He wants you back always. Don’t forget that you need to be cared for and doted on and loved by Him.
Being a child. How else did Jesus find the strength to carry His Cross up Mt. Calvary? How else will you find the strength to carry your Cross on your earthen journey?
Love: When Jesus hung on the Cross. Perfect Love, never committing an offense, dying that we may forgive those who have offended or hurt or hated us, that we may seek the forgiveness of those we have offended or hurt or hated.
Hanging on a cross, dying to Himself, to the world. Sacrifice. How else could Jesus bring life to the world? To show the hurting heart what true love looked like? To show the hating heart what true love looked like?
Jesus would die for only you if you were to be His only faithful disciple! Imagine that.
Love: When Mary stood at the foot of the Cross, looking at her beloved Son.
A mother’s love… they ask: what can beat it?
Mother Mary, the most obedient and humble and beautiful woman who ever walked the earth. The most loving mother any child could ask for… willing to watch others murder the most perfect child any mother could have.
She didn’t interfere. She stood back, in humility, as painful as it was, as pierced as her heart was. By a sword.
She loved her Son Jesus, yet she loved us just as equally, as she allowed us to murder him, that we might know True Love.
Imagine that: a mother allowing her son to be murdered for you, her other child.
What is love? At times, I am at a loss for words. But I can tell you what it looks like.
In my own experience dating and being “courted,” I can tell you that I’ve also seen these sides of love. With my family, both nuclear and extended, I’ve seen these sides of love. In my friendships, I’ve seen these sides of love. With clients, with strangers…
So let us let love abound, and let us not be afraid of how hard and raw and hurtful it may feel at times. It just may transform the world.