| LoveA censored excerpt from a journal entry:
Journal,
How strange it is to look over past entries to see the naiveté
in my voice, but more surprising still to see that I haven’t grown out of
it! Reading through past emotions makes
them, in retrospect, seem almost blasphemous. But I had a similar thought today, for which I
jumped out of bed, eagerly wanting to write it out:
“God, do you know how it feels to obsess—where all other
thoughts fade; where all else seems pointless and mundane to the beauty and charm
of the one; where your words slowly melt because they can’t catch up with the
quickening beat of your heart? Do you
know how it feels to know of rejection even as you sit in that mania, watching
them slowly turn away, making all that you poured out for them seem
insufficient and meaningless?”
And God answered: “I
do know how it feels—as I hung on that cross, all else faded away, and all of
the pain, scorn, and rejection amounted to nothing as I saw your face, your
life, and even your rejection of the love that I openly gave.”
Awestruck that He who created all things can feel that same
head-rush whenever He hears my name.
Stunned that He who is all-powerful would bend so low and forfeit all of
His powers to ask me gently to love Him.
Amazed that His love will never fade, never die, and never fail; even in
my greatest failure to accept and to love Him.
I am weak, He is strong, and though I am certain that I will fail to
even greater depths, I will always push to godliness because His love endures
forever.
If anyone knows love, it’s Christ. If anyone knows marriage as it was intended
to be, it is the creator who designated and conjoined man and woman. If I want to know the fullness of the love
that God had intended for marriage, I must first know His love and then seek
marriage to glorify Him. I will
wait. If it takes five years, let it
be. If it takes fifty, still, let it
be. If it takes a lifetime to attain the
fullness of the marriage that God had intended for my life, I will wait until
my final breaths to marry in the way that He had planned out for me. The first description of love is that it is “patient,”
and so I will wait until the time is right.
Will I ever know?
Will I ever realize what it means to be selflessly in love? It is my prayer that I will get a least a
glimpse of it before I move to heaven for eternal love and glory, because I
know that He who inspired the thirteenth chapter of the first epistle to the
Corinthians must have grasped exactly what love is, has been, and always will
be about:
The Greatest Gift
If
I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I
am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom
all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains,
but have not love, I am nothing. If
I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient,
love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not
self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth. It
always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they
will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we
prophesy in part, but
when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought
like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways
behind me. Now we see but
a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in
part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these
three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
(title taken from NKJV, passage taken from NIV; 1 Corinthians 13)
I really don’t know what the future holds for me, but through it all, I am
confident that His will is greater and that His plan is more satisfying than
anything else that I can formulate. Not my will, Lord, but yours be done.
peace. love. Jesus.
-danimalcheung
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