“Love is something I ramble about quite often. Not the noun, but the verb. While love is a powerful feeling, I wonder if the weight of the word hangs more from its role as a calling, a doing, and a being.
According to religion, our most important task in life can be summed up in two words: be love.
No restrictions, no conditions.
Since we’re literally made from love, being love is as simple as letting our true nature shine. In theory, all we need to do is drop a bucket down into our heart, fill it with love, and pour the good stuff onto others.
But theory is a lot easier than practice sometimes. Dropping buckets for people who seem impossible to love or for those we don’t understand because they are different from us doesn’t come easy. Mostly because our head gets in the way of our heart.
Then there are the people all around us we don’t even know – strangers. Loving these people can sometimes feel awkward and unsettling because we lack the comfort of recognition. Again, the thing between our ears thinks too much.
This picture captures my daughter, Kahrin, choosing to let her heart lead in an unfamiliar setting with a total stranger. While vacationing in Spain a few years back, our family was walking to our destination when Kahrin spotted a young lady close in age to her cowering against the wall, tears streaming down her face.
Without hesitation, my daughter knelt beside her and began communicating with her in Spanish, asking what was wrong and if she could help. The rest of us stood at the top of the steps and watched. We couldn’t hear what was being said, but the actions spoke loud and clear. Love was on full display.
Turns out the distraught girl (her name is Ruth) was visiting Barcelona with her boyfriend and he abruptly tossed her out of his car and drove off, leaving her with no money and a dead cell phone. She was afraid, hurting, and alone in a foreign city. My daughter met her right there in the brokenness, loving a neighbor in need.
While Kahrin couldn’t do much but give Ruth some money to take a train home, the tearful and long-lasting embrace between them was proof of a seismic doing and being of the love thing. I could almost see each of them drop their buckets, fill them with love, and unleash a hefty pour on one another.
I’m grateful for the reminder of what being love looks like, especially when the doing means bridging the gap of what’s comfortable and familiar. Such God-ordained opportunities exist everywhere.
My prayer is to be as aware and alert as my daughter was when these moments come my way.
The well of love inside us will never run dry – but it can become stagnant. May we all choose to be doers of our calling by dropping buckets and pouring love around us everywhere.”
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