love is when you give your heart to someone in trust love is also when they don't break it love is when it's broken but you keep giving it love is when they take it in their hands and split it in half, laughing, but it doesn't matter to you and you keep pumping, you keep giving it love is when you know someone's better without you so you let them go love is knowing you're not always what they want love is giving them what's best for them, not for you even at the cost of your life- that is how God loves us, and when in the sweet agony of love you feel every pulse of Christ's wounds and every drop of his sweat sting you bow your head and you have never felt more broken and you have never felt more whole, you are at your most human and at your most divine, the stars shine upon you with empathy because they, too, burn ceaselessly for people who do not even see them- it is when you die to yourself and rise in Christ for the sake of someone else- that is what love is.
Holy Week has me thinking. The answer to this question isn't "baby don't hurt me", but instead that you're willing to let them hurt you, because every time we sin we **** Jesus again. But he keeps rising, for us. Even if you can't expect anything from other people, through Christ you have to expect servitude out of yourself. It's humanity's highest calling.
recommended listening: "Less of me" by Glen Campbell