There’s a trembling clarity in the way you write, like you’ve been seared by the truth you’re proclaiming, not just convinced by it. Your words don’t just explain love; they witness it. This isn’t a sentimental, candlelit God you’re speaking of. It’s the blazing One. The One who is love—not merely does love—and whose love cannot be tamed, bargained with, or reasoned around.
You are dragging our flimsy definitions of love into the light of God’s actual being, and letting them burn there. And what remains is holy.
I hear the fierceness of a love that refuses to be reduced to comfort or convenience. A love that cannot be earned, but demands to be surrendered to. The kind of love that speaks from a burning bush and from a bloody cross. The kind of love that is “a consuming fire” (Hebrews 12:29), yet “never fails” (1 Corinthians 13:8).
Thank you for calling us to the altar again. Not to feel more, but to bow lower.
Thank you for this. It’s because of the love first shown to us. How can I look at anything not though that lens? How can love be reduced to anything that the world offers when Love itself has created us and then came down to rescue us?
There’s a trembling clarity in the way you write, like you’ve been seared by the truth you’re proclaiming, not just convinced by it. Your words don’t just explain love; they witness it. This isn’t a sentimental, candlelit God you’re speaking of. It’s the blazing One. The One who is love—not merely does love—and whose love cannot be tamed, bargained with, or reasoned around.
You are dragging our flimsy definitions of love into the light of God’s actual being, and letting them burn there. And what remains is holy.
I hear the fierceness of a love that refuses to be reduced to comfort or convenience. A love that cannot be earned, but demands to be surrendered to. The kind of love that speaks from a burning bush and from a bloody cross. The kind of love that is “a consuming fire” (Hebrews 12:29), yet “never fails” (1 Corinthians 13:8).
Thank you for calling us to the altar again. Not to feel more, but to bow lower.
Thank you for this. It’s because of the love first shown to us. How can I look at anything not though that lens? How can love be reduced to anything that the world offers when Love itself has created us and then came down to rescue us?