For the past few days, I’ve been meditating on love. Not the love of the world or Hollywood. I’d need spiritual cleansing if I meditated on the common brand of the word.
I’ve been meditating on the Jesus version of love. The kind Paul the Apostle wrote about in 1 Corinthians 13.
Love is patient, love is kind. Love is not jealous, it doesn’t brag, or show out as arrogant.
Love doesn’t act unbecomingly (disgracefully.) It doesn’t seek it’s own. In other words, it doesn’t crave something from someone for his or her own need. Love is not provoked. It doesn’t take into account a wrong suffered. Whoa. Love is hard, no? How can we not take into account a wrong suffered. In our country, it’s almost like a right.
Isn’t it one of the amendments? “You have the right to take into account a wrong suffered, and be angry about it for as long as you want or until it ruins your life?”
Hmm.