“Lord, I will bless your name at all times, for your love is greater than any situation I am facing. I thank you for all you’ve done in my life—and all you are going to do!”
Homecoming King.
While life can provide either a small taste or a glance of love, only in the death of Christ can we truly find the totality of love -- the fullness, the fullest celebration of life, an entire banquet of love. Everything we ever need to know about how to love directs our hearts and minds back to the heart of life itself -- Love Himself.
Can we stop for a second or more and just realize the way our world just knows how to work? How birds just know how to keep flapping their wings to fly? Or how creatures of the sea know to just keep swimming? How plants just thrive in the sunlight? And how the sunlight knows that it needs to reach the plant? Simply said, everything in creation has a place in the universe. We have been designed specifically for our destinies. As birds have wings to fly, as the sun knows its place as a flower's source of life, so we have love to live. So we know that only is it in being able to love that we truly live.
And if there's one thing the six billion of us can agree on, whether we do it or not, is that to die without having lived is to die in vain. That, we know, for certain, is not our place in the universe.
This place, love, that which time nor space cannot contain, is both what draws us to itself, and gives us the strength to remain, to stay in it. For, even if it is only natural that birds fly, they still must have the strength, the skill to flap their wings. In a similar way, even if we are naturally drawn to love and seek love from others, we, too, must have the strength to love and, most importantly, to live for love.
Like the birds in the sky, they won't understand the currents of the wind that often change, nor the rain that pours mercilessly. They won't understand the many different lightwaves the bend in our atmosphere. Nevertheless, they also know that if they ever stop, they stop being who they are.
The King of Kings comes to our home, not to redecorate, not to eradicate what He has already created, but to bring light into it. He comes into our deserted hearts, hearts that have been long without love, and fills it once more with life with his death on the cross.
So I look to the cross that tells the story of how love led one to lose his life for a world that was without love. I look to the cross that ended someone's life, but in exchange gave eternal life for the world that crucified love. Amidst the paradox of the passion of Christ, that no other being has or will ever be able to do for the entire world. I look to the cross, to my God declaring passionately how much He loves me, and how much He longs for me to love Him in return.
I find myself in the same place of falling in love with Love all over again. Falling in love with Jesus, He who is the fullness of life, because he is the full manifestation of love -- He is Love Incarnate! In flesh. At the sight of the cross, my cup overflows with life. At the sight of the cross, my life grows in fullness, the endless possibilities just became even more endless, and everything makes sense. I make sense.
In Him, I find my place. I find where my heart should be -- always to be in love.
To love is humanly impossible. We love because He loved us first. We love because He lives. We love because He has shown us. He shows us. He loves us. All of this, we will find in on the cross. Our whole life, we will find in His passion. Whatever we lose, whatever is missing, we will find in Him.
So I look to the cross to learn how to love. To learn how to come home. To learn how to turn houses into homes. To learn how to rise from the dead. To learn how to extend all hopes, all faith, and all of my love to another. To learn how to break barriers. To learn how to live.
As wind carries the birds through the sky, so does His love lift us up, carry us through loving, and continue to draw us to forever remain in love. Only Him.
He is my place. Our place.
Welcome home, King. May love take its place.
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