Love is a word that is thrown around a lot in this age. We hear that if we just love each other than all things will work out for the good. Yet, when I hear that, it sounds more like the opposite of love than true love.
The statement above struck my spirit from the first day I heard it. You see, I grew up with "hard love." The corrections I received felt like unjustifiable corrections (it stings when we think we are in the clear) but I knew deep down it was on the level. The open rebuke I felt was much better than the hidden love I perceived.
The point of love is not that it stays in your hands as you share it with yourself. No, love is a vulnerable emotion that is only satisfied when it reaches the object you cast it upon.
I watch so many of my contemporaries avoid marriage because they watched divorce obliterate their parents' marriage. I observe them choose apathy rather than love and believe they are safe - they are only safe because their cosmos is in a cage.
People are not perfect, it's true, neither am I, and neither are you. A cage never allowed anyone to fly, and it certainly didn't send us to the moon. Adventure only sparks our spirit when we take that step.
We are not here to play it safe, work our 9-5, and accumulate that 401k nest egg - we are here to serve. I don't know what that looks like for you. All I know is that we love what we do when it is done for another human being. That is not possible in apathy - it is possible in love.
