Honestly, my knees wish I was writing, "On loving icy hot..." but I resist (so if you have any pointers for fooling your body into feeling younger LET ME KNOW! Apparently 20 minutes w/0 heels and a large glass of orange juice is not the cure). Instead, I've got this quote on my brain,
"Why should not the creature love his Creator, who gave him the power to love? Why should he not love Him with all his being, since it is by His gift alone that He can do anything that is good? It was God's creative grace that out of nothingness raised us to the dignity of manhood; and from this appears our duty to love Him, and the justice of His claim to that love." - St. Bernard of Clairvaux
Must we always ask and rebel and shake our fists when we are struck by humanity's brokenness? I love the words, "Why should not..."
I love that these words invite me to think of all the reasons I shouldn't ... and that I come up with nothing. We must start here, at God's creative grace that raised us to the dignity of manhood, if we are ever going to end up talking about justice and injustice - if we are going to talk about our delight and duty to love Him. We must begin with the question, "Why should not the creature love his Creator, who gave Him the power to love?"
Well, I may just have to leave it there to rest, before I start making applications about the cookies that just came out of the oven and how they should love me because I created them.
let LOVE fly like cRaZy