“This is a faithful and trustworthy saying; and concerning these things I want you to speak with great confidence, so that those who have believed God [that is, those who have trusted in, relied on, and excepted Christ Jesus as Savior,] Will be careful to participate in doing good and honorable things. These things are excellent [in themselves] and profitable for the people.
As I was reading Charles Fillmore‘s, “The 12 Powers of Man“, I began reading his chapter entitled, “Regenerating Love“. In it he wrote, “But we should remember that we have laid down, as a foundation principle, that God is love, and as there is but one God, there can only be one love“. He then went on to write, “The love of God is demonstrated through Jesus“.
Both of those statements combined together draws the perfect picture of love.
When I think back to the stories of Jesus I can recall memories of being read Bible stories at bedtime. Every night I would hear stories about Jesus or listened to the stories He told and would have a deep sense of love and admiration for Him. So much so, I wanted to be Him when I grew up.
There was something about the idea of teaching love and kindness to others that held a sense of appeal. Need I mentioned the ability to heal others with a simple touch. I made plans of healing everyone I loved and cared about.
It wouldn’t be until life’s circumstances held its grip on my spirit did my mind change. Between attending Catholic school during the week and going to a Baptist church on Sundays with my mom, I was left with more questions than answers. When I got old enough to where I could no longer be forced to go I stopped going. Only attending services for special events I was usually guilted into going to.
Church wasn’t my cup of tea. I found preachers to be judgmental, condemning, opinionated and at times downright disrespectful. Those in attendance appeared hypocritical, petty and also judgmental. Every service I can remember being left with feelings of fear, not being good enough and anything but loved. After a while I just knew I would never be ‘religious’. I knew if they killed Jesus for his works of goodness and love I didn’t stand a chance.
I am so thankful things are much different today. Left alone to suffer my afflictions and with nowhere to go or anyone to turn to, like many God was my last option. With His help I’ve been healed (completely), guided, led, at times carried by Him. Coming to know God for myself and becoming familiar with Him, His ways, most importantly His nature of beingness through Him I have learned what love truly was.
“Love is NOT an emotion. It is a way of being. And its ways are godly”.
1 Corinthians 13 describes love as patient, kind, protective, trusting, hopeful and persevering. It is not envious, boastful, proud or dishonors others. It doesn’t wish evil upon another. Love isn’t easily angered, nor does it keep records of wrong doings. Love isn’t vengeful or stingy.
I’ve also discovered love isn’t restricting. It is free-flowing. It isn’t demanding of itself as it except all things and people as they are. Love forgives by understanding. It’s sees the heart of a man from the perspective of God.
So if you ever question if the act you are demonstrating is love just ask yourself, “If God was standing next to me right now would my actions be pleasing to Him“? Then ask, “Are my ways that of Jesus“? Then make the necessary adjustments needed.
Instead of striving to be the recipient of love become the example.