Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the other do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would something like, “What? You too? I thought I was the only one.”… In this kind of love, as Emerson said, “Do you love me?” means “Do you see the same truth?” – Or at least, “Do you care about the same truth?” The man who agrees with us that some question, little regarded by others, is of great importance can be our Friend. He need not agree with us about the answer. ~ C.S. Lewis
I’m off for a short holiday and then it’s back to the unemployment line as this temp job ends today. I likely won’t have any computer access for the next week or so. I was going to post a Monday song – but the internet won’t allow it today.
With Thanksgiving just a few days away, I wish you a rich and sweet time of celebration. My heart is full of gratitude for so many things. But these two minutes are where I share my gratitude for you. Jack had it right again, didn’t he? We may not always agree on the answers, but we’re here, asking many of the same questions, caring about the same truth.
You who read and write and share your hearts here and on your own blogs are like coruscating jewels – giving light and sparkle to life – to my life.
I pray for safety for your travels; for moments of gratitude for the gifts; and for grace for the hardships that may come your way. You are a daily blessing in my life and I thank you.
It is probably impossible to love any human being simply “too much”. We may love him too much in proportion to our love for God; but it is the smallness of our love for God, not the greatness of our love for the man, that constitutes the inordinacy. … But the question whether we are loving God or the earthly Beloved “more” is not, so far as concerns our Christian duty, a question about the comparative intensity of two feelings. The real question is, which(when the alternative comes) do you serve, or choose , or put first? To which claim does your will, in the last resort, yield. ~ C.S. Lewis
I hear people talk about how we say I love you too often. Do we, I wonder?
I used to be careful about love. I’d try to make sure I loved other people just as much as they loved me, never more. It’s as odd as sharing french fries and counting them out first to make sure we each have the exact same number.
I used to be embarrassed about love. What if I said I love you and the other person, friend or family, didn’t say I love you back? That’s why I quit telling my cousin that I loved him after I was 10 or 11. I knew he wasn’t the I love you type. I hope, when he died, he knew I loved him. I know he didn’t have any idea how much.
I’ve been stingy with love. I’ve stored it up, protecting my heart from hurt, as if there could be a run on the bank and my reserves might be diminished. It turns out that’s exactly what I needed – diminished reserves, or at least diminished reservations.
I’ll be honest. I wasn’t afraid I’d love someone more than I love God. I was afraid I’d love people more than they loved me. I’ve never loved anyone too much. I’ve only loved God too little.
I Corinthians 13 is a call to the guarded heart. Love! Love wholeheartedly! Love with intensity and passion and promise! Love whether you are loved back or not! Out love whenever you can! And, out of love, yield wholly to the Lover of your soul!