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I've seen love manifested in lots of ways, all of them specific. One does not love in generalities or in sentiment, but in the concrete actions and in truth. My son picked us up from the Baltimore airport on a Tuesday afternoon. Traffic was the worst he's ever seen in all the time he's been living there. A 45-minute drive home took 2.5 hours, and he never lost his cool. He and his wife, from different cultures, have each adjusted to the way the other does the daily tasks of life with patience and acceptance. Instead of hosting a huge party with their friends for Thanksgiving, they postponed that until we had left so that we could enjoy family time with them. I heard my daughter-in-law praise my son to me when he wasn't even around. Clearly she sees and appreciates the attributes that make him a good husband and father. She got up early on the morning we left to make us crepes with raspberry sauce before our son drove us back to the airport. (Better traffic this time)

Love is always concrete, whether in word or in deed. Therefore, we need to love in the concrete circumstances of our lives. God isn't calling me to be kind to patients in a cancer ward on a daily basis. I'm not a nurse. He is calling me to be kind to my disabled brother-in-law, whom we visit weekly. God calls me to be loving in the circumstances of my life, not the circumstances of another's life. He hasn't called me to babysit for my grandkids so their parents can work, a sacrifice some of my friends make for their kids. He calls me to travel to visit my kids, which is a different sacrifice for us, an unexpected way he calls us to love. And love always involves sacrifice. It's a sweet sacrifice, but a sacrifice, nonetheless.

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