Love, baby, that’s where it’s at

Inspiration can be found in the oddest places … including a snippet from the lyrics of the B-52s’ Love Shack. Love, celebrated in this season on St. Valentine’s Day, is an essential emotion and one that marks the boundary between life and death in a multiplicity of ways.

Love is a victory of clarity. To adopt it from the tripartite choice we have in aligning our souls (which is the love, hate or indifference of my character Jon Anthony’s soliloquy in The Anvil of the Craftsman) is a choice, and one that is most telling.

Love, which we define as the appreciation for the beauty in and the hope for the abundance of life, should be the singular pursuit of the living. To adopt an orientation toward hate, or to simply not care one way or the other, are in either case the choice of a little death.

You can see a person’s life in their eyes. It dances in the light that gleams there when they are alive inside. You can see darkness just as well, in the deep and dark pools of nothingness of those who are lost.

Love—the appreciation of the beauty in and the wish and hope for the abundance of life—is a connection to the prime motivation of the Craftsman in creating those who would choose to willingly return the sentiment. It gives from within itself the opportunity for adoption, and the same chance to pass itself on in a continual cycle of love and life.

The seed of love is stronger than the fire of hate or the drought of indifference, in that it is the only one of the three able to sustain itself. Hate may spread death for a time, but the worst conflagration eventually runs out of fuel for its flames. In the ashes of what it leaves behind, the seeds of life that outlast any circumstance can begin again. Love and life are reflections of the motivation and labor of an eternal God, and so—unlike the works of His enemy in hate and death—they will never fail utterly.

Somewhere in the cascade of pink ribbons and chocolate and card stock that seems to have taken over the commemoration of St. Valentine’s legacy, I hope that you have time to reflect and make your foundationary choice if it has never yet occurred to you. You are alive, and are therefore meant to live. Once you understand, it is only a single step backward into the arms of your Creator.

Choose to Love, -DA

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2 responses to “Love, baby, that’s where it’s at

  1. That was just beautiful. Your sentiments are worth reflecting on 365 days a year.

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