I have been thinking lately of how we are taught to love. We are taught to love in the larger sense of the word: not to feel but to act. There is a dichotomy here that must not be ignored, lest you find yourself relying solely on the feeling which tends to waver. We have the ability to order our actions. This is why love must fall under this category of our lives as well!
The bible teaches over and over again that we should love to the point of offending people. Jesus told us that we should expect persecution for following the way that he loved. The disciples and apostles understood this in a way that we don’t. They were drug from their homes, imprisoned, beaten, and some even put to death for the sake of love. So, naturally, I wrote a poem.*
They pulled me by my elbows out into the streets.
Those same elbows, ten years younger, rested on the table as my Lord spoke to me of love.
Serving rich red wine around the group of friends:
We wondered while we sipped if this was once water, and smiled in remembrance of His party tricks.
We didn’t know then what we know now- We were still celebrating a wedding.
Now my feet drag through the sun warmed dust. I can’t help myself
as I give into sin:
digging my heels into the dirt a little more to make their job harder.
Oh, “Love thy neighbor”
I pick up my feet and walk.
My ears perk up at the familiar sounds of soldiers ransacking
Pure muscle, they are.
And pure soul, I am reminded.
Is it sinful to smile, knowing I’ve barely anything to my name?
I have much more tangible things to give than teapots and a sleeping mat.
They are more than welcome to a little wisdom and a lot of love.
I will wait behind a few bars of iron,
settled snuggly in,
humming a hymn.
They will come at midnight if the ground shakes.
Thanks for reading!
*disclaimer: this poem is not technically accurate in theology.