Love is love.
That’s what I keep hearing today. It’s been spoken, lyricized, and posted endlessly…as if it’s a self-supporting statement.
Maybe we need more definition here. What is love?
Half of you just said, “Baby, don’t hurt me.” But seriously, what is love? This word is bandied about in social media, equated with sex, used to justify behavior, given as praise, or even used as a curse.
Through this proliferation of potential meanings, have we cheapened what love really is? Is it a watered-down adjective, rather than a verb? Is it more emotion than action? Is it more feeling than doing?
I choose to go with the definition that has not changed since before the world began:
God is love (1 John 4:8).
That’s what I know.
The love that God is made Him love the unlovable – me. This love held Him on a cross to fully satisfy a debt He did not owe – mine. His love was sacrificial. It cost immeasurably, and yet was given freely.
I want to be that kind of love.
I keep hearing that today is a momentous day, a day that “love won.” Friends, that day came long ago, when a bloody cross led to an empty tomb. I know that my Redeemer lives, and when He returns, I shall be like Him, for I shall see Him as He is (1 John 3:2).
That will be a lovely day indeed.