That Which Never Fails
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–Carnival of Souls by Saviour Machine
Cry of the Brave by Dragonforce
[Breakfast]: Pancakes with brown sugar
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Current Reading List:
Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss
Inkspell by Cornelia Funke
The Crystal Shard by R.A. Salvatore
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless–it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” — CS Lewis
By now we all know that love, despite all the giddy and fuzzy feelings it sometimes gives us, is painful. It often stings our eyes and chokes us, brings us to tears, and makes us feel like curling up in a dark corner.
Love is a difficult commitment, and we often find ourselves burned by it. But what about God?
God loves us no matter what, and many of us have heard of this. But God, being all-powerful as He is–does He get burned by love too? Two thousand years ago, He subjected Himself to the worst burning ever. He laid down His life for the people who refused, and still refuse, to believe in Him. Despite all of this, He continues to give us his uninfluenced, unchanging, and incorruptible love. His love never fails.
Loving as God does isn’t easy, though. We do open ourselves to the pain it causes. And that’s why I take back what I said a few posts back: that I wanted my love to wither and die. I’ve tried that for years. Despite distance and difference, it’s still there, refusing to die. Last Sunday, I realized why.
Love is based not on its object, but on its subject.
That means that in the statement “I love you,” the “you” isn’t the source OR reason for love. It’s the “I.” Why should I stop loving when it hurts me? Since when was it about me?
A little aside–I often looked down on the use of the word “charity” in place of “love.” I felt that the word “love” was all-encompassing, much more powerful, much deeper. But I was mistaken. The root word of “Charity” is the Latin “Caritas,” which does have a more exact meaning: It is the giving of oneself—a far more noble definition than the “love” which this world so loves to corrupt.
And so I’ll continue, I’ll persevere. I don’t mind the pain. Sure, it hurts, but really, since when was love supposed to be all soft and cuddly?
“The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell. ” –C.S. Lewis
Keeping This Love from Failing,
Your Black Lion