I’ve been thinking. As use.
And one question I find myself asking is, “What is the truest form of love?”
Is it involuntary like a heartbeat? Like a mother’s love for her child.
Or deliberate and purposeful? Like Hosea’s pursuit of Gomer?
Is it easy and natural or complex and difficult?
Did Christ go to the cross because He chose to love us? Or because He is love?
I wonder if humans are even capable of real love.
Or has the concept been so soiled with self-gratification and commercialism that we wouldn’t- or couldn’t- recognize it, even if it was hand delivered to our doorstep.