My youngest son was born on Valentine’s Day.
It wasn’t planned that way but escalating blood pressure meant that, ready or not, here he came!
It’s been a lot of fun to have this day so often focused on romantic love (which, let’s be real rarely lives up to the hype!) focused instead on him and family love.
My habit the past few years has been to expand that focus even further and explore the edges of God’s love, my love for others and what love in action looks like.
Too often I SAY I love someone but refuse to DO the loving thing.
Truth is, love is hard. It’s costly. It can be uncomfortable.
It almost always involves sacrifice.
And if I’m not careful, I can let valentines and candy and flowers be a paltry stand in for the real thing.
February is not the only month in the year that tempts me to give a token and walk away instead of giving myself and sticking around to help in meaningful ways.
So I try to keep Jesus’ words before my eyes:
For the greatest love of all is a love that sacrifices all. And this great love is demonstrated when a person sacrifices his life for his friends.
~John 15:13 TPT
I try to focus on love in action instead of only love in words.
Am I the Good Samaritan or am I one of those who toss a prayer from across the way and walk on, comfortable in my piety and clean clothes?
I want to be the Good Samaritan.
Truly I do.