This past Sunday noon found us sitting on a university quad in the sun in a sea of humanity watching 900 graduates one by one march across the stage and receive their college degrees. For three hours we sat not knowing 899 of the graduates. We sat, we waited and we cheered for the one we knew – our granddaughter. It took all of 10 seconds and we were a half a football field away and all we saw was a black robe, wearing a black hat with long brown hair streaming over her shoulders. For this we drove 800 miles.
One might ask, “Why? Was it worth it?” And the answer is absolutely yes. Would we do it again? Absolutely yes. Love is that way. Love is by far the most motivating power in the universe. This is not to say that hate is not powerful. Just read Melville’s Moby Dick and listen to Ahab spew forth his miserable venom for a prime example of that. But love trumps hate every time. It was love that gave birth to a baby in a filthy stable in a small Judean town. It was love that nurtured that baby into a man who said, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die.” It was love that poured out His life on that cross and it is love that will call you and me to live with Him forever.
It is love that will ultimately transform each of us into magnificent creatures with extraordinary minds that will comprehend infinity. Love – it’s the best.
Written by Roger Bothwell on May 18, 2015
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