Anne Lastman A Reflection “Peter,” The Holy Father, Pope Francis, without breaking the line of…
Recently Iasked a friend do you love him? (husband) and her response surprised me especially as I had gone to their wedding, had been present when their daughter was born, have seen their ups and downs like every other young couple’s ups and downs and yet still her reponse surprised me. “I dont know what love means Anne” And this then set the cogs working. I have had much time to think as I sat by the bedside of one who was dying. These moments of watching, at times praying, thinking of what should’ve, could’ve, might’ve been and other extraneous thoughts. Into this mix, moments of silence so that other thoughts filtered through.
Love what is this strange thing called “love” what we humans call “love” and can we humans experience unadulterated, pure, love, the kind of love which we attribute to God or is God “love”
As I pondered further, I thought back to beginnings and thought of creation and God enfleshing of the human being. If God is “Love” then surely when He breathed into the human then all He could breathe would be love, so that every, every, every human being born is enfleshed with love. Irrespective of the advanced or primitive nature of the person, love is their breath.
Love makes the world go round and some such silly, shallow song words but its probably true because love maintains creation in being or existence. At the end of this existence then love withdraws.
To understand love perhaps a little helps us to maybe see God. And the Apostle to the gentile’s words “There is faith, hope and love and the greatest of these is love.”
So what is love? what is the mystery called love? poetry, songs, dramas, movies, love stories have been written, sung, acted out, in honour of this emotion called love. All depicting love in its many forms. It has been described as a feeling, way,journey, even affection.
It has been called a challenge. It is sought after and desired and longed for and even mourned for.
Love in its many shades, forms and ways cannot ever pass by and leave those it touches unchanged. True love by its nature change those it encounters or it cannot be “love.”
True love gives birth to more love. True love is universal because every culture,, race, creed, colour, know love and have love embedded into their being.
Every culture has its own “love story” to tell. Every culture has love embedded into its consciousness because every culture has this mystery of divine enfleshment as their genesis.