It's such a simple word. It's such an abused word. Love. So easily said, so easily tossed around. Love is hard to live.
It's interaction in our lives and in our thoughts is extensive. We give love. We receive love.
We learn to love love. We learn to hate love.
I believe the great hope within the modern mind throughout this country, the USA, is love. We want to be loved. And we want to give love. It is inherent in our very nature that love ought to be placed on high, as a method for the direction and conclusion of our lives. When our parents held us, cared for us when we scraped a knee on the playground, we saw love and felt love, and were glad. When we made friends, and saw them last by our side in tough times, love's power was made perfect as a hope for better things to come. In desiring companionship and family, we enter into marriage and have children to both give love to, and receive love from. In that progression, God's love is eventually sought after and received as a gift, for the life of a Christian.
Personally, in my troubled life of the past, I learned to hate love with great passion. Hope is so directly connected to love. As long as I am receiving love and giving love, I see great hope in the present, past and future. But when my love tank runs dry, I can neither give love nor receive it. As a result my hope fades and depression sets in.
How many of us have had romantic relationships, and by the end, having endured and/or given so much abuse and neglect, the entire sad affair collapses and we swear off love for good? We say, "How can there be love, when I have been so fully abused and neglected by this person?" And on a larger scale, if there is so much ruthless and terrible lack of love in the world... If there is indeed so much evil that the simple thought of such despair, rage and agony afoot in the world makes me want to curl up in a ball, then how in fact can there be an all loving God?
Perhaps that is truly the root of the question so posed regarding evil in the world. As we sit in this beautiful and prosperous country (less prosperous as of late) we have the time and creature comfort to boggle our own minds with such questions of evil. We toil with these questions despite having faced so little of the brutal physical evils head on. And we wonder: How can anything make sense, knowing tens of thousands slowly starve to death on the continent of Africa? How can there be love, when thousands of young women are sold into sex trade slavery across the entire world? And on and on those questions flow forth.
We as humans are frail things aren't we? We're physical creations, obviously ingeniously created with all kinds of defenses, white blood cells, immunities, DNA written with various instructions to allow for growth at a young age, hands to write and read with, eyes to see, feet perfect to walk on, and so on and so forth. But we're frail. Our bodies grow, top off, then grow old, and we wither and die all generally within the frame of 100 years, often less. All manner of things can go wrong, that allow for us to falter and fall apart though.
No water? You're dead pretty quick, less than a week.
No food? You're dead in 3 weeks.
No shelter? You're not gonna last long in Wisconsin, that's for sure.
No air? You've got about two minutes.
And what about love?
For me, the less love I received, the less love I gave. The less love I received, the more I needed and wanted for drugs of all manner to crush the pain of it momentarily. The more empty my love tank became, the more my hope dwindled.
Love is essential for a Christian to give and receive. Love is essential for anyone to have and hold within, as well as give away.
But what is love? Let's look to the Bible to see what it says about this mysterious thing known in the English language as "love."