after running across the quotation for the day, i decided to post this thought. i have had this thought before, but it is one of those ideas that seem kind of nebulous . . . it is also one that is intriguing to me, although there really isn’t a way to determine whether or not it is actually accurate or true . . .
love is connected to venerability. it always has been. the more you love, the more vulnerable you are. (note: this definition of vulnerability is in no way linked with weakness.) and the more vulnerable you are, the more pain you volunteer yourself to. (this is why very few people care for the characteristic of being vulnerable. let’s be realistic . . . no one likes pain. if you said you did, i’d question your sanity.)
so, those who love are those who experience the most hurt. they open themselves up to the most amount of potential pain.
“God is love . . . ”
God willingly opens Himself to be vulnerable. arms wide open– the most precarious of all positions. it is the openness to both intimacy and injury.
most of us base our vulnerableness on the likelihood of this intimacy/injury dichotomy. we decide to open wide . . . if we are assured that those we are opening ourselves to will take us up on our offer . . . that they will accept the open arms. however, if we feel that injury (whether through rejection or an outright attack on our openness [punch in the stomach, stab in the heart]) is indeterminable (at best) or likely (at worst), we keep our arms crossed in front of our chest. the risk is too great. the possibility of pain is too high.
God willingly opens Himself to be vulnerable to us. to US. the sheep that go astray, that turns to his own way– i.e. rejection. the sheep that are responsible for His stripes, His thorny crown, His heavy cross– i.e. outright attack. it is inevitable that Christ will incur indescribable harm in this openness.
so is it possible, that God, as a being of insurmountable Love, is simultaneously a being of insurmountable Grief? and being injured by us again and again and again–
He faithfully outstretches His arms to us.
again and again and again.
in a love that boggles my mind, He does it again . . .
charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Charity never faileth . . . and now abideth faith, hope and charity, these three; but the greatest of these is Charity.