We’re all searching for it, most have at least tasted it, if brief and fleeting, some it seems are awash in it, and others seem to detest it.

 

There is a richness in it that raises above all other experiences, that draws us out of our darkest caves and dares us to reach high overhead.

 

Kings crave it and slaves can find peace in it.

 

Man will drive himself crazy in search of it while, sadly, ignoring those who so desperately desire to share in it with him.

 

We’re tortured by its obvious realness in a world convinced there’s nothing real beyond the physical.

 

Men will mutilate themselves, seeking penance for crimes against it which they refuse to acknowledge from a God they’ve convinced themselves is dead.

 

It is intoxicating, its presence is as powerful as an ocean tide when it approaches, and yet man will hang his head in shame and walk away from the shoreline of its inviting and intimidating immensity and breadth.

 

It is alluring; and yet in a world going wild after every pursuit that can possibly offer a moment of pleasure, it is discarded for the next shiny distraction.

 

We’re desperate for it and terrified of it.

 

It is not easy.

 

It is Love.

 

I suppose one could find reason to discard the thoughts of a man who is divorced and without children on the topic of love, and perhaps there’s sound reason for doing so.

 

I’m certainly not a master of the art, nor one whose relationships have always ran awash in its unbridled goodness, and yet, I am you.

 

I am here, I am broken, I am awake, I am grateful, bitter, thoughtful, rash, passionate, lazy, disciplined and motivated. I, like you, laugh from a deep part of my soul when with people I love and sharing in the joy of the craziness of this life.  Humor is such a gift of heaven, it truly is.

 

We all are in this dome of reality together, wrestling against those principalities and powers, against our flesh, and all that glittering gold.  We’re all failing and succeeding, raising and falling, worshiping and backsliding, seeking and finding, loving and hating and loving again.

 

We’re alive, we’re real and yes, it all matters.

 

He’s there, He knows, He Sees, He Cares, He is Love, and His Love is the Best thing out there.

 

Let’s go get it. Let us be bold enough to see the light through the fog and take action to draw nearer to it.  Set the sails, turn the wheel, throw off the weight that encumbers, and take aim at the source.

 

This is what Jesus called us to do.  He showed up to show us that the light was real, that it was approachable, that is was compassionate and powerful, tender and fierce, willing and able, available and patient.

 

Jesus came to reveal that light to all the world, so that man could finally find what they had been so desperately longing for.

 

Through Jesus, we’re offered the opportunity to take hold of that which never fails, to be swept up into the arms of protection, to walk through the storms with calm in our hearts and through the Valleys of Death with confidence.

 

He is the answer to our madness, the key to our understanding, the wellspring of all that is good.

 

If you knew who you could be talking to, you would ask for everlasting water, and it would be given freely.

 

He is the Way, The Truth, The Life, and yes, it is true, No man will come to the Father, but by Him.

 

His Love is Where We Find Real Joy