What is love? Do you believe in love? Are you in love? Have you ever been in love? What made you love him or her? Now, people are divided in their answers to this last question. They either go speechless and cannot explain why they love that guy or girl, or they rattle off some attributes of the person they love, only to realise that they just love them for who they are.
It’s as simple as love. It really is. I mean, don’t get me wrong; yes, love is as equally confusing and complicated as it is simple. You just don’t get it sometimes. See, you can live without your love for a period of time; a week, a month, a year (e.g. in long-distance relationships). However, they’re always there in your mind and you find yourself thinking of them and longing for them, and you’re never quite complete till you’re back in their arms.
To me, it’s the same with God. If you’re a Christian, think of how it feels when you feel estranged and distant from God for a long time. Sure, you’ll be physically okay, but that emptiness you feel cannot be filled by anyone or anything else but Him. And for non-believers, I always wonder if there isn’t a gnawing feeling of needing that support and peace that you know humans just can’t provide. But what do I know? After all, there are people who don’t believe in the simple notion of love.
Here’s another way I like to think of it. Love is a gift. You wonder why some people seem so bitter all the time? Well, there ya go! Something hinders their acceptance of the gift of love and this could be outright stubborn refusal or experiences may have forced them to close themselves off from love. It’s the same with God and why certain people choose not to believe in Him.
Love always wants what’s best for you. Don’t believe me? Just think of your parents. Sometimes, it feels like they give us the most headaches. Nevertheless, you know they mean no harm with their corrections and advice to you. As I’m realising, as you mature you value and understand their advice so much better.
For some, it could also be a question of proof. Where’s the proof that love exists? Well, you tell me! It’s different for everyone (see first paragraph). Where’s the proof you’ll see tomorrow? Tomorrow is never there until you’re walking in the today that was yesterday’s tomorrow and therefore inherently isn’t tomorrow anymore. Yet, everyone has plans for the [unseen] future; to eat supper this evening, buy that dress tomorrow, that car next year…isn’t that hope – even faith – in something that seemingly doesn’t exist?
Now, I’m no theologist; I’m just a teenage lover trying to explain love in its purest form as I understand it. As long as I believe in human love, a phenomenon I’ll admittedly never understand, I’ll believe that love is God.