We were born to love–to love unconditionally and without cease, to pour out ourselves to others and give from the limitless depths of our own soul the imitation of God’s divine love for us, a fountain of joy and a spring of refreshing hope. Our world knows very little of love. What we colloquially refer to as love, or falling in love, or being in love could hardly be farther from true love. We do not understand it. It would be wiser to avoid the pretenses of love if we are to be ignorant of its substance.
The substance of Love is conceptually easy to understand, but difficult to grasp through our life and action, harder still to feel deep within ourselves its truth. The ancient wisdom of what Love is comes to us through the words of St Paul, “Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not arrogant; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own things, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in truth; love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.”
Everything else will fail. Money, power, status, health, life itself, but the Empire of Love reigns sovereign over the world forever. Love can, but need not be directed toward A Beloved, of course. Certainly such limitation would be an offensive reduction of that most infinite and irreducible universal quality, that singular beauty and magnificent Identity of God Himself–GOD IS LOVE. No other noun is so blessed with such an elevated place in language–no other noun is so enthroned in the Divine Dwelling. It is Love which as the noumenal identity of YHWH, is ALPHA AND OMEGA, it is Love that is BEGINNING AND END, FIRST AND LAST.
There is neither precedent nor subsequent to Love, as there is neither precedent nor subsequent to God. In the beginning there was Love and Logos, hovering over the waters in darkness. And then Love brought the Light to the world which would become Sun and Son, Light that would from all eternity adopt us in Love as sons of the Living Love, the ever-immanent, ever-transcendent God of Love who made the universe out of the compulsion of Love, for whom Creating was not one choice among many, but written into the Divine Character of Love. Love is always Creative, always Dynamic.
Love can never know stasis, for stasis does not move and all that does not move is dead. Love, however, is eternally living, Eternal Life, and therefore must constantly be in motion. It is here we must pause to reflect on the great mystery of Time and Eternity. If what we say about God is true, if what we say about Love is true, then we must conclude that the universe and God have existed eternally together–that is, that time and space have themselves existed for all eternity as the creative work of the God of Love. For if God is Love, and if Love is eternally creative, then we cannot fathom a God prior to Creation, we cannot describe a God in stasis.
Our finite and limited minds cannot make sense of this. When the saints write of the depths of the mystery of God, this must certainly be among them. Rather than fleeing from such mystery, rather than vainly attempting to explain such mystery with science or philosophizing, let us rather revel in this Divine Mystery, absorb it through the pores of our hearts and permit it to fire betwixt the synapses of our minds, to permeate into the core of our being, to consume our every fiber, string, and cell, to overpower our will until our only thought, our only desire, our only consideration is to imitate the creative Love of the Divine Mystery, to make ourselves timeless through such acts of Love, to disappear from our mortality and become immortal by placing our being in the path of the breath of God so that our lungs may never fail in and through all eternity, with Love as our limitless respiration.
The self, the ego, the super ego fade into utter irrelevance under such conditions, they are suffocated by the pure oxygen of Love. “I need,” “I want,” “Give me,” “Mine,” lose their very meaning as the fiction of what they symbolize is exposed to us as we draw ever-nearer to the Spirit of God, as a mirage in the desert disappears as it is approached, as the representations of things in rocks and fogs and clouds reveal themselves as figments of our imagination with growing proximity–so are do our illusions of separation, alienation, distinction, boredom, absurdity, anxiety, meaninglessness disappear as we submerge ourselves in the depths of the river of life.
As we are baptized into the Grace of Eternity, the sufferings of the temporal life become not merely bearable, but joyful, for they occur to us as opportunities to expand our capacity to Love, to strengthen our ability to reach beyond ourselves, our own limitations, and tap into the ceaseless fountain of Love, that springs from the soul of God and extend it to all people with whom we interact, to expand the universe with such Love, to nurture and feed and thereby grow ourselves and one another, verifying and bearing witness to the Unknowable and Ineffable Spirit of All.
Indeed, if only we would be so bold, so brave, so daring to drown ourselves in this Love, we might find the anguish of existence to be fully extinguished. It is in this we find the merit of the paradox of death and rebirth. Only in dying may we awake to Life, only in ceasing to exist may we find vibrancy in existing in Love, in being connected eternally to the Spirit of God and our fellow man.