It's a drippy, foggy week before Christmas and I am on a trail run in the woods behind my house (family's house, my second home--or maybe my first). Feet pound rhythmically and the questions fire beside and behind them. And foremost among the questions is one:
Why does love break?
Because I'd said before, I told it to my parents, what I'd been thinking for months now: Everything I touch shatters. The friendships, the love, the relationships, community, everything. Everything breaks, sooner or later, when I've touched it.
Why? All I did was love them. All I did was care. And it shatters. Time and time and time again, it breaks. Is it worth it, to keep loving? Is it right, to keep reaching out, when it will only cause them worse pain later? (And that's not even counting what it does to me.)
So my feet pound the trail and my heart pounds questions. The trail slopes downward and I break to a walk to save my knees. My prayer drifts out, mist into mist. "Why, God?"
And just like that, there's an answer that stops me cold; my feet freeze in the trail and I grab the nearest tree and hang on, like the force of the thought might knock me over if I'm not careful.
Love always shatters.
Always?
Always, on earth. Because Love will always be colliding with evil. And that causes shattering.
The lyrics of a song drift into my head: "Love's like an ocean..."
Those waves--they roll on and on across the deep, strong but peaceful, gentle--until they reach the shore. That wave breaking, it can break you, it can kill you, it can drive you under, make you feel you're drowning. But it's not the wave that does that. It's the wave breaking. Striking the rock. Clashing with something completely opposite to itself.
Like Love. Like Love always is, always will be, as long as there is evil in the world.
Love's collision will break others, will break itself, will create a million pieces out of things that looked whole. But the only alternative is to abandon Love and choose evil. Because there is no middle ground, no safe walled-in place, not in this case.
And perhaps, as we choose, it's worthy to remember that sometimes, breaking is the only way to healing.
2 comments:
Love does hurt, because we are so deformed from how God created humanity to be. Love stretches us to fit a mold far bigger than ourselves, and it hurts terribly. Our hearts are so hardened by sin that it takes nothing less powerful than love to break us so we can be healed. But you are right; pain is inevitable in this world. And if we have to choose between pain that destroys permanently and pain that shatters to heal, you are making the right choice.
It's the ultimate irony and blessing that the things that are worth our pain are the most painful.
Keep choosing love, Briana! God will heal what He breaks.
This is a beautiful encouragement. Thank you. :)
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