I came across this statement "love is a verb" today (can't remember where). Like Jesus washing the feet of his disciples, an act that only slaves would perform, each man who pretends to know what love is, is shown what love truly is, not with grand words or convincing arguments, rather by reaching out, by being present. In this material existence, where the senses seem to control our definition in reality (sight, sound, touch, etc.), Christ demonstrates how one physically can be an agent of love, namely putting others before ones own Self (the Selfless servant). Love is about motivation, not expectation. The King, Son of Man, rolls up his sleeves, gets down on his knees and washes the dirt from his guests feet. See? That's how it's done.
How often have i put my own Self-image first, that i not be embarrassed, or that i may come over to others as strong, fearless, rich, intelligent or religious? How often have i failed in God's commandment to love him and my neighbours? (Note: by loving God, i am learning and trusting how to let go of my own petty fears and ego and to go outside my box. I am loosing my Self that i might find my true being. Command? A Father commands this from the goodness of His heart). And each time i fall, he is there to help me up ... even to wash the dust from my feet.
My heart goes out to St. Francis, who in copying Christ, chose physical action as his expression of love to God and mankind. A sinner, a man like me, he finally allowed love to lead his actions. He became a force of love in this material world. "Francis, repair my church", he heard. 'Repair' is also a verb.
Deo gratias.
How often have i put my own Self-image first, that i not be embarrassed, or that i may come over to others as strong, fearless, rich, intelligent or religious? How often have i failed in God's commandment to love him and my neighbours? (Note: by loving God, i am learning and trusting how to let go of my own petty fears and ego and to go outside my box. I am loosing my Self that i might find my true being. Command? A Father commands this from the goodness of His heart). And each time i fall, he is there to help me up ... even to wash the dust from my feet.
My heart goes out to St. Francis, who in copying Christ, chose physical action as his expression of love to God and mankind. A sinner, a man like me, he finally allowed love to lead his actions. He became a force of love in this material world. "Francis, repair my church", he heard. 'Repair' is also a verb.
Deo gratias.
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