Roses may be red and violets blue but Love is… NOT poetry
My Dad’s wedding gift to us was a simple assignment. Read 1 Corinthians 13. Of course we were both already familiar with this passage, and studied it together during our courtship.
I remember us attempting this whlist in the first days of our newlywed high – with the best intentions, it seemed like the easiest task. Piece. Of. Cake.
But, I can safely say three years later – actually being married takes the words of 1 Cor 13 from “nice ” to NECESSARY!
When I heard this scripture at weddings it sounded “nice”, I would day dream about having this love one day. But now within a marriage I’m learning…
Love is not poetry, though it can be inspiring, beautiful and poetic
Love isn’t a fuzzy feeling
Love usually isn’t getting ‘your way’ by any means
Love doesn’t do the bear minimum
Love goes above and beyond
Love isn’t fleeting and thrill seeking
Love isn’t always social media friendly or retweetable, or likeable
Love has no filter and no hiding place
Love doesn’t play games
Love doesn’t have a plan B
You can’t “fall out of love” because you didn’t “fall” in to it
Love is a choice
Love is usually not the popular choice, but the best choice.
God is Love
God is Love, and if you truly believe this as a Christian it will transform your approach to loving your spouse, a sibling, colleague or stranger.
As I encourage you to (re)visit 1 Corinthians 13 today, I ask – can YOU love like this?
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.
I Corinthians 13:1-8 NKJV
Rightly so, as children of God we desire to look like our heavenly Father. All too often I understand the frustration when we fall short.
As one of three children, I remember how jealous I became when a family friend visited and said my sister resembled my Mum more than I did. She was clearly mistaken. The competition was never-ending between my Sister and I, to resemble our parents.
“You have your Dad’s eyes”, they would say. “You are a carbon-copy of your Mum!”
They were so passionate and sure of their observations. They enjoyed making the comparison and I enjoyed being reminded of my roots, where I came from.
Identity is a complex thing.
Whilst reading daily devotionals about what it means to be Set Apart – to be Holy, I recognised my strong desire to be like my heavenly Father and God’s even stronger desire, expressed in His word, for us to be like Him.
As the devotional revealed to me:
The more time I spend with my Father, the more I seek Him – to learn Christ, to know Christ – the more I will look like Christ. The fruit of the Spirit of God can be borne in my behaviour, my character, my lifestyle and the condition of my heart. My journey in Christ isn’t hopeless.
It amuses us when we see the resemblance developing between a married couple. They may have the same mannerisms or finish each other’s sentences. The similarities that become apparent between two good friends – two peas in a pod – so that one might be mistaken for the other. Likewise, a growing relationship with God is the avenue to looking more like Him.
Being Set Apart may not be easy, and yes it is a daily exercise and a continued goal, passing days, passing months, years and decades.
But how delightful it is to look like my Father,
A display of His splendor,
To be refined by His manifested love for me,
Created in His image, formed in His likeness.
The more we spend time with God, the more we are conformed to the image of Christ, the more we can be Holy and Set Apart like Christ.
For whom He did foreknow, He also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren.
My prayer is that Lord, Your love for us will not allow us to weary of seeking You and spending time with You. Teach us to delight in You Lord, so that we will look more and more like our Lord and personal Saviour Christ Jesus. So that we will be conformed to the image of Christ, just like You intended in Jesus name amen.
Peace & Love
This performance from P4CM poets Ezekiel and Janette..iks is by far one of the most moving spoken word performances I’ve seen to date (I’m a spoken word artist, so my perception maybe somewhat biased), with the risk of sounding over dramatic. I was deeply inspired, moved, edified by the performance and the lyrical content.
‘I’m trying to remember why I was created’ – How many of us have even asked God this question and genuinely desired an answer, or do we ponder on this questions of purpose as an excuse for not acting? We get so engulfed in trying to behave as Christian as “Christianly” perceivable that God’s purpose for us barely gets a mention. Sometimes the answer is just waiting for a faith-filled silence, on our part, to trust that God knows the desires of our heart and he won’t leave us wanting.
‘Weaving a little bit of his will with a whole lot of mine’ – the whole point of Christianity is complete and total surrenderance, not 20% and not 99%, but entire surrenderance to the will of God. The more we surrender to his will, the further forward we move.
‘My love is based and his love is based on how I feel’ – Too often we allow our emotions to delegate the choices we make, I’m angry right now so I’m going to eat my feelings, I’m lonely so I’ll go and see her – who will make me feel worse than I previously felt, I’m jealous so I’ll tell her secrets or point out his flaws. To be gentle (One of the fruits of the spirit) is the antithesis of losing control of one’s behaviour because of one’s emotions or basing a decision on emotions alone, without asking or receiving instruction from God.
May God enable us to be patient in love, especially loving him and led by his guidance and not our desires in Jesus name amen. x
Video version of the love poem, let me know your responses guys x
Love is often misrepresented in our failed and disruptive relationships, there is only one true and consistent representation of love and this is revealed to us in God, in his sacrificing of his only Son in order to pay the debt for our sins – John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. – you may have heard this verse a few times, or read it just as often. But we should ask God to enlighten our spirits and teach our hearts just how great, powerful and enduring His love for us is, and ask God to teach us how to truly love, that we may not try to receive it or demand it from men/boys and women/girls who are unable to offer God’s perfect love. Amen in Jesus name
May God bless you and meet you at your point of need in Jesus name amen. x
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not so much that he can say those three words
But I know he must
Cah, the way he looks at me, could be mistaken for lust
But I see the truth in those lies and I hope one day to find the prize hidden in all these disappointments
I know I can make a difference,
I see so much potential in you, though you have no prospects
You talk down to me and I’m the one tryna bring you up to my level,
In my fairy-tale you’re the handsome, teary eyed guy in the suit that lifts my veil.
Actually, I’m pretty sure that I’m too good for you, and maybe I’ll just move on to your friend or two,
But I’m afraid things won’t work out with them,
And I might get paranoid and start thinking I was right when I said Its me and not you.
If you like it then you should have put a ring on it,but I’m dangerously in love and I’ll countdown till your love’s on top so we can be together till the end of time, don’t be the best thing I never had.
Seems like Beyonce’s just as confused as I am.
But God is not a God of confusion, so who is really the source of this vision?
The one I could have made up, I was so desperate for love.
The thirst has created a bunch of zombie wifeys
Weaved out, high heeled to breaking point and tired of celebrating valentines but no anniversaries
Saying no thank you to the bread of life and never-ending well of water spring
Yes please, I’ll have the heartbreak, abuse and unwanted pregnancies.
Sad but true that some people choose to play this game,
Single and ready to mingle, it’s a shame…
But he’ll change, I know he’ll change.
No surprise when things stay the same…
You should know that you’re worth more than rubies
A product of the creator’s design
You deserve more than empty apologies.
I pray as women of God, we seek the patience to wait,
Like Rebekah, Rachel , Hannah, Ruth
Whether He loves me or he love me not
I know one truth
God loves me more
This life, oh this life.
I might just laugh when I think about this life,
Laughter of the laughing laughers,
The giggles I giggled and the many sniggering after.
Smiles I formed on my face, its my Lord’s grace.
I may just cry when I think about this life,
Most of these are tears of joy,
The few that rarely fall but come falling like a flood,
Are tears for God.
Like if he’d never brought me here,
And imagine where I was last year,
And some mouths won’t say happy New Year,
2013 is but a could have been for another lost teen…
I might fall on my knees,
And pardon me please if I dance a little off beat,
Excuse me if I go down a little too low,
When my spirit’s joy shows.
But I have this Heavenly glow now,
He did the unthinkable and I don’t even know how.
Where I was coming from, the devil pulled our strings,
Tried to steal my victory, and make my spirit lean.
Too bad for the devil, how his plan did back fire,
What began as here we go again, ended with me serving the messiah.
I might just laugh when I think about this life,
I may just cry when I think about this life.
My spirit’s joy is overwhelming,
He came out of nowhere and held me.
He made me perfect in my imperfection,
And gave me all the love and affection.
I don’t know about you, but I can’t help the way I feel about God,
I’m so in love with Jesus, I said I’m so in love with Jesus.
Oh I might laugh, I may just cry,
For my sake, for my sake, for your sake, for our sake,
The Heavenly Father died.
By his resurrection, by his blood, We survive.
amen in Jesus name
I’m pleased because of how your 1st class degree in biomedical science,
Hasn’t stopped you from being an usher,
How you raise you head high, directing others to the altar.
I’m pleased because of how you fear no evil in my name,
And rebuke demons through my grace.
You don’t shudder, when darkness lurks,
A child of light, my Father does unimaginable works.
I’m pleased by your ability to sit quietly,
Even when you think that you are right,
Better still when you know you are.
I’m pleased with you, for the persecution you took for my name’s sake
The odd stares and the empty sympathising from the lost,
The shaking of heads, as they carry sins weight.
I’m pleased because you turned down that six figure salary,
Because they asked you to dishonour the Sabbath,
You said “everyday is holy, but you should understand, Sunday is like Father’s day to me”.
I’m please because you’re slow to speak and slow to anger,
I’m pleased when you say “na thanks”, to the most sort after invitation to the party of the year.
I’m pleased because you didn’t approach Brother A,
Despite your craving emotions,
Even if he did smile at you a little longer than the others.
I’m pleased because you respected Sister B, all the way to the altar,
Abstaining and patiently waiting, without falter.
I’m pleased with your boldness among those who believe the least,
You boast about your God and shame the beast.
And your humility among those who believe the most,
Humble servant of Lord of hosts.
I’m pleased with you for giving up your favourite tv show,
Fasting, and putting your body under control
I’m pleased by how little the pride you acquire, and how great your gratefulness for my grace and sacrifice,
That I admire.
And when my father sends me, on the day of judgement,
I will know you, and I will speak merrily of you,
Because I’m so pleased with you.