Before you write me off as a 30 year-old spinster with slight feminist sympathies, I want you to know that I still believe in love. I believe in romance and my little girl heart longs for it—just not with a man. I mean, it does, but at the same time I’m still shattered from my mom’s two divorces (read post). I know that godly men exist, love their wives, teach their children about God, and desperately seek to live a life worthy of the Gospel of Christ. I am fortunate to be acquainted with such men. However, I am not intimately involved with any as either a daughter or a lover.
Oh, but how I enjoy a good romantic novel (I recently discovered romance novels with Christian characters have come a looooooong way since) or a chick flick! I feel happy (and slightly jealous) when a husband professes his love for his wife or vice versa. I do want to know that kind of love, even if my hard heart is fighting tooth and nail against it.
And, love, oh love—what shall I do with you? I mean, I love my parents, my friends, my pets, and of course, God. But those are different kinds of love than loving a man, than giving my self wholly to a man in the holy mystery of sex. (Yes, I’m saving my stuff for the altar, if I ever reach it!) For those of you who have been fortunate to find love, hold it close, even when the feelings fade and the commitment is what counts. Be committed to being committed. Singer/songwriter Andrew Peterson compares marriage to “dancing in a minefield” in his latest album, Counting Stars. Sounds scary to me.
There’s another reason I believe in love…and that’s because God is love. God cannot separate Himself from love because that is what He is. Love is His nature, His character, and His totality. In fact, when I consider it, how can I know love at all? God is so vast, deep, wide, and unfathomable—so love must be the same. We mere mortals try to tie it up with ribbons, flowers, cards, and boxes of candy. But have you ever stopped to consider that simple expression we’ve seen a million times above the Salvation Army or slapped on the bumper of a car? God is love. If we take time to really let that sink in, it should change our entire view of God…and love.
And Love came down in the form of a helpless babe and Love lived a perfect life, died on the cross, and rose again. Love truly conquers all—it just depends on your definition of Love. My definition of love is high because it is God. I even believe in the clumsy kind that we humans mirror because we are made in the image of God. I have to believe in Love, because I believe in God.