As I told the story, I cringed when I heard myself saying a certain word.
It didn´t matter that I was speaking in Spanish. It´s a word that has been diluted in every human language. It´s a word that is pure glory... and yet it now barely flickers shrouded in centuries of tainted interpretation.
I don´t want to use it. But I have no other choice. No other expression comes any closer.
Every time I say it, I feel an urge to expound on it and explain its growing significance in my heart. But my words would probably do it more injustice.
I simply say it…hoping it can fend for itself as it travels on waves of sound.
Sadly, its truth—a blend of beautiful fragility and echoing power—is mocked, made superficial, or misunderstood by most of us.
The word is “Love.”
I used to subtly dislike the word for other reasons. It seemed too romanticized, too emotional, too much associated with crying. People who “fell in love” often did impractical things and threw wise counsel to the wind. It wasn´t until more recently that I began identifying all the distortions linked to this word. I decided to let go of my notions about what Love was and let God define it for me. Little by little God has been adding to His multi-dimensional definition. This incredible adventure of learning God´s definition stirs me to want to share, write, sing, and be joyously quiet.
And yet I cringe, for neither my weak words nor my amazed silence are eloquent enough…and the word may continue to be misunderstood by us all.
"...for Love is of God..."