Love Wins

Love Wins.

That’s what a bumper sticker on the back of our Suburban says.

In black and white.

There are some topics about which I really don’t care to write.

Like this one.

Because when I throw this stuff out there into the blogosphere I become accountable.

If I keep these ideas in my mind then no one can judge me when I blow it.

(Which I will.)

But, the thing is

I don’t always let Love win.

But I want to.

I want Love to be victorious.

In my relationships.

In my actions.

In my attitudes.

In my thoughts.

In my heart.

So I’ve been repeating the words of that bumper sticker over and over in my head.

Love Wins.   Love Wins.   Love Wins.

Like a little mantra.

And I know it’s true.

But not romantic love.

Not feel-good-love-the-kind-that-Taylor-Swift-sings-about love.

That’s not the kind of love that I am talking about.

I’m talking about Love.

Of the Biblical variety.

The kind that actually has power.

The kind of Love that is really hard (okay, impossible) to muster up on my own accord, of my own determination.

The kind of Love that

is patient and kind.

Love that

always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

(What?  Always? Are you serious?  Always? Oh – yeah.  That’s why it is impossible (super human) to let Love Win by myself.)

Love that wins is love that does not envy and does not seek its own praise.

And that Love does not anger easily and

that Love keeps no record of wrongs.

Love that wins,

Love that changes things (people, hearts, lives)

is

Love

that rejoices with truth.

And

it

never

fails.

I cannot accomplish this

in any other form

except

by complete submission

of my very will

to the will of Christ.

(And I have never been good at submitting.  Just ask my father.)

But I will keep repeating,

Love Wins.  Love Wins.  Love Wins.

And I guess you can hold me accountable for that.