Humans love other humans, of course, but they don’t stop there.
Animals in general.
Any conceivable inanimate object.
This tumblr post is a good example:
Another example: I say hello to the constellation Orion every time I see him. He’s the only constellation I can recognize other than the Big Dipper, and over months of looking up and finding him while walking between buildings at college, he became my buddy.
Humans are fallible, so their love is not perfect, even in the best situations; love is tangled with selfishness, forgetfulness, anxiety, misplaced priorities, and a whole host of other issues. Still, on the whole, this tendency to create relationship where relationship is impossible is consistent and honestly adorable.
God is love.
I get the impression that he just can’t help it. That it’s instinctive, a fact, inseparable from his God-ness.
I’ve been studying 1 John, and if I were to sum up the book in my own words, I would say it’s about how love, obedience to God’s commands, and fellowship with God are so intertwined it’s impossible to separate them, because if you try, you’re leaving out something of God’s nature, and how can you possibly be one with him if you do that?
God said, “Let us make man in our image, in the likeness of ourselves, and let them be masters of the fish of the sea, the birds of heaven, the cattle, all the wild beasts and all the reptiles that crawl upon the earth.”
God created man in the image of himself,
in the image of God he created him,
male and female he created them.
– Genesis 1:26-28
If human beings, created in God’s likeness, and expressing that likeness so imperfectly, are so desperate to love they will literally find ways to bond with machines and constellations, is it any wonder that God, in his divine, perfect, endlessly loving nature, felt the need to create a whole universe to fill with beings he could bond with?
My dear people,
let us love one another
since love comes from God
and everyone who loves is begotten by God and knows God.
Anyone who fails to love can never have known God,
because God is love.
God’s love for us was revealed
when God sent into the world his only Son
so that we could have life through him;
this is the love I mean:
not our love for God,
but God’s love for us when he sent his Son
to be the sacrifice that takes our sins away.
My dear people,
since God has loved us so much,
we too should love one another.
No one has ever seen God;
but as long as we love one another
God will live in us
and his love will be complete in us.
– 1 John 4:7-12
Don’t get me wrong: I’m all for sappy, over-the-top love songs. I enjoy them thoroughly. But it’s also sometimes nice to see that more sensible ones can be cute, too.
*Disclaimer: Obviously our definitions of “sensible” may differ. Feel free to disagree with my assessments.
Choose – Heather Dale
It’s, like, the most realistic thing ever.
Same Mistakes – One Direction
You don’t expect sensible love songs from boy bands, but One Direction pulled it off here.
Something Just Like This – The Chainsmokers and Coldplay
A song I heard on the radio all the time last year that I didn’t pay much attention to at first, but it grew on me a lot.
Time is Love – Josh Turner
Country music nails it sometimes.
I Walk the Line – Johnny Cash
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Here I sit,
Blog posts do not
need a plot,
but they need
some small spark –
for my art.
Since I last
wrote a post,
worth a boast.
My car’s back,
which is nice;
that small update
I don’t have
thoughts to write
on deep subjects
on this night.
of such prose,
here’s a verse
on writing woes.
more of these;
not a breeze.
My poor car got hauled away on a tow truck yesterday.
Not permanently. Just for repairs.
While driving to church Sunday, I found a patch of black ice and skidded into a curb. The car didn’t approve.
Could have been much worse. I could have skidded into the bridge I’d just driven under or into the car that was approaching in the other lane. So this was the better option and overall not especially traumatizing.
But I’ll be glad when Alonso is fixed.
Every year around this time when I read Exodus, I find myself wanting to watch the movie The Prince of Egypt. Though I have managed to actually watch it this year, usually I end up just listening to the soundtrack and that scratches the itch, because it’s the soundtrack that turns a pretty good movie into something incredible.
Seriously. I’m pretty sure this soundtrack is too good to actually exist. And it just gets better and better the more I listen to and overanalyze it. The world is blessed to have it. If you’ve never listened to it, it’s well worth the time.
The peak of the epicness is, in my opinion, “The Plagues”. It’s… It’s…
I can’t describe it. Have a listen:
I don’t care what you think of the exact historical details of this movie compared with the Biblical account. I really don’t think it matters. The movie is not a documentary; it’s a story, and it does exactly what it’s supposed to: lets you in on the emotions of the events.
This song is the perfect example. Regardless of Moses’ exact relationship with the current Pharaoh during the plagues, he grew up in Egypt, part of the royal family, and there had to be people there he loved, people he didn’t want to see hurt. And there had to be people who loved him, who couldn’t understand why things couldn’t just go back to the way they were. And the song hurts because it’s supposed to, because it lets you feel the painful situation and how much faith in God’s plan it must have taken for Moses to persist in spite of the hurt.
And that’s valuable.
Last week I was returning things to the libraries I go to where I do not work. At the first one I went in and ended up sitting in a comfy chair and skimming through a book that turned out to be not worth the time. I drove away going, “Well, I should have just dropped my book in the drive through return box.”
But because I went in the library, I saw a sign about their winter reading program. So I got on the website and entered the books I’ve read this year and didn’t think much more about it.
Then Sunday after lunch I picked up my phone to discover a missed call and a voicemail from an unsaved number. Probably some scam call and my voicemail caught the end of the spiel, I figured, checking the message.
I won the weekly gift card drawing from the reading program.
I now have a Panera Bread gift card.
I am very pleased.