Love Is Not Blind At All


 

The old saying that love is blind. I get it. How all our faults and failures are unseen by the one who loves us. A kind of holy bias. In the eyes of the lover we can do no wrong because the lover chooses what to see in us.

And yet the love of God sees with crystal clarity, and still loves. Not blind at all but seeing deeply and still forgiving totally. That’s what makes it love.

It may be wounded but it clings and longs for the one who cut the scar. This kind of love is beyond us, in every way, but it is a love that can be in us and through us.

These three remain: faith, hope and love (1 Corinthians 13:13). Through our faith and hope we can funnel love, as we shape our faith and hope with upward arms. As we look to Christ, looking outside ourselves, our faith and hope in him give us the beating pulse to love the other.

Faith and hope can make the unlovable the beloved, and as we trail faith and hope love will surely follow.

And in the loving remember we are the beloved too. Love the other as ourselves (Matthew 19:19) and we become the magic bottle that fills up even as it empties itself. In loving we recognise we too are loved, and love seeps into every corner. Of our day, our lives, our world.

Faith and hope grow love like rain falling on a seed. The more faith, the more hope, the more love blooms. All three make us vulnerable, but able to be blessed and to bless. Faith will be tested. Hope will be stretched. And in these love will grow, if we water it in our trusting.

Faith. Hope. Love.

The greatest of these is love.

 

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