Nothing convinces me more of the tolerance of God than the way the description of Him has been so abused and trampled upon by all and sundry who are given the gift of speech.
God is love.
Love is His very own nature, yet a murderer, liar or prostitute - a lesser mortal - declares his/her undying love for another. How can such a person love? One of life's intrigues, i guess.
I have never heard such touching definition of love like i read in one of Ted Dekker's novels, show down. One of his characters define love as " the purest expression of selflessness. Its the desire to please at the expense of one's own sense of need. Its looking for another to betray their desire so you can fulfil it" Hmm . . . this kind of love is rare these days right?
So we think anyway.
Love abides with us, if only we let ourselves love, look beyond betrayals and human weakness, Such love abides with us if we but look up and seek refuge in God who is love.
What i think love is not
Love is not sex
Love is not selfish
Love is not perfect
True love is rare and those who find it should hold on to it because it is better to risk being in love than to risk never experiencing the beauty of ever being in love.
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