Love?

Lately I have been thinking about love. What is love? Why do we use the word love so flippantly? What does love look like? How do we love someone? Why would we love our enemies as ourselves?? Is love just a figment of our imagination? Is it a feeling or an action?

I have come to realize love is a choice. I read “Blue Like Jazz” this past summer. It had a brief section on love and what love is yadda yadda yadda (get the book yourself, well worth it). But Miller talks about love as a choice. This blew my mind. I can CHOOSE to love. I can wake up every morning and decided to love people. I have always known that love is more than a feeling. I was brought up with the teaching that love is an action. But now I know that love is a choice!

I have also learned you need some pretty tough skin to love people. People will hurt you, they will disappoint you, and they will take advantage of you. Loving people involves a lot of hurt and pain to be quite honest. But making that choice to love them anyway is making the choice to follow in Jesus’ footsteps. And that is what we are called to do. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and soul and mind and strength; and love your neighbor as yourself. How simple! How hard!

I’m currently reading The Irresistible Revolution. In it Claiborne says ‘We can live without sex, we can’t live without love.’ We need to reach out to people with arms of love. People are so hungry for love, hungry for Jesus. Making a decision to love people will bring about acts of compassion. Love has the heart of a servant and the courage of a lion.

In all honesty it can be quite the challenge to choose love, but it is always worth it.

Long Ride Home.

On our way home. Had a great Thanksgiving.

It’s been a long day and I haven’t done much of anything besides listen to music and read a few books (Iowa is SO scenic!). Lately I’ve been listening to a lot (I mean a LOT) of Neil Young.

Neil Young you ask?

Yes, Neil Young.

I have literally burned through his music in the last few days. I’ve listened to Sugar Mountain dozens of times and Cinnamon Girl almost as much, as well as his ‘Harvest’ album. It hasn’t gotten old!, yet. I am currently watching ‘Rust Never Sleeps’ on my laptop as we approach home. It’s really great; the Ewoks, the lights, the music, the tuning fork, Neil, Crazy Horse…. Great. (If you’re REALLY bored you could watch it some night, otherwise just take my word for it.)

Sometimes I wonder why I like Neil Young… I think it’s a fair question… He’s not a Christian (to the best of my knowledge, but I guess I shouldn’t judge…), his songs are slightly depressing, his favorite topic to sing about is drugs, he doesn’t really encourage my walk with Jesus, and his lifestyle isn’t what you would call…righteous (unless you are a hippie, then it is righteous….). As my dad says, he sings like he’s had a sex change and ‘he has a lot of problems’ (Oh dad…, we ALL have a lot of problems!)And Neil young is ugly (I mean UGLY - NOT that ugliness affects your music).

But I really like his music, well…. most of it. I have decided to make a nice lyric compilation for those of you who know and love Neil Young as well as those that do not have the pleasure (?) of knowing who this man is. I’d like to call it:

‘Ode to Neil.’

Old man take a look at my life

I'm a lot like you

I need someone to love me the whole day through

A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night

You see us together, chasing the moonlight,

My cinnamon girl.

The drummer relaxes and waits between shows For his cinnamon girl.

There's a girl just down the aisle,

Oh, to turn and see her smile.

You can hear the words she wrote As you read the hidden note.

Come a little bit closer, Hear what I have to say

Just like children sleepin’, We could dream this night away.

You and I we were captured

We took our souls and we flew away

We were right we were giving

That's how we kept what we gave away

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain

With the barkers and the colored balloons,

Because I'm still in love with you

I want to see you dance again

Because I'm still in love with you

On this harvest moon.

As much as I would enjoy going on and on with this I think I need to stop. It’s getting a little long and there isn’t much of a story line… But I think love is a good common theme. Maybe I’ll take up praying for Neil. He needs Jesus as much as much as I do.

THANKSgiving

Happy Thanksgiving!

The KC travels are quite…… interesting. M has been insisting on taking a Christmas picture of And and myself. D was happy to go for a walk in the park. Some of the mornings dialog includes:

“How about one by the water?” M

“Mom, that’s the cities back up sewage system.” And

“Mom, quit taking pictures.” And

“Mom, I need NEED to take a picture of the albino duck.” And

“Mom, nobody wants to see a picture of us anyway.” And

“I hope I didn’t inherit any of your genes…” And

“I hope God blessed you with double of all my genes!” M

“Take a picture with the rock!” D

“You guys are pathetic.” M

So here I am on Thanksgiving Day sitting and blogging (heathen) in the middle of KC (heathen) without my family (heathen) at Starbucks (heathen!). I’m right on the plaza. The ritzy place where good-looking husbands in their Armani sweaters take there stunning, long legged wives out to fancy wine bars on Friday nights. I am a classy heathen.

There are numerous stores and restaurants all around me. Out side smells of barbeque and there are a bunch of men setting up a stage and lights for the annual lighting of the plaza tonight (lots and lots of Christmas lights). Christmas galore. Christmas galore that will start at about 11 tonight and not stop until December 26^th. Sometimes I wonder if Thanksgiving shouldn’t be AFTER Christmas so we can be thankful for everything we received. These days we not only seem to overlook Thanksgiving (Halloween, football, food, black Friday, Christmas….what do you mean Thanksgiving, what IS that??) but also overlook being thankful in general. I have so much to be thankful for. My family, my friends, a hot cup of coffee, people who genuinely care about me, Twyla, literacy, an education, electricity, heat, running water!, my computer, soy milk, my health, many many blessings, and oh I could go on…. Most importantly I am thankful for the cross. I am thankful my life has purpose. I am thankful for love. I am thankful I have not been abandon to my life of sin.

A heart of thankfulness is the perfect place for joy to flourish.

I must now reunite with the fam…. A feast tonight! With lots and lots of fun people. I had the pleasure of meeting the newest baby cousin (she’s 9 months old?) today and she is adorable!, so much fun to have little ones around.

The Beginning.

In the beginning.

There was....

I guess this is me entering the world of blogging. I'm not sure what there is to blog about. Or why I actually feel the need to blog. But this is me doing it.

Stay tuned in, it may be worth reading, someday.

Don't hold your breath :)

And have a lovely Thanksgiving.