So, it’s been a pretty difficult week. All the things in my life seem to have imploded in on themselves. I”m not going to lie, I feel like an extremely radioactive element that’s been spitting out little pieces of neutron at an astounding rate. The things that actually weigh anything in my life have been breaking up into little pieces and flown around like a bunch of flying neutron pieces.
This morning I started out my day with the lyric of a song. “Love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.” I’ve been thinking about this rather intensely and I’ve decided it’s utter truth. Love isn’t a victory march. It’s not when the battle is over and everyone is hale and hearty and the conflict is all gone. That’s not how it works. It’s work. It’s pain. It’s sacrifice. It beats you down to the ground and makes you bleed all over the carpet. It’s cold and it’s broken. It’s a hallelujah, however. The definition of Hallelujah is Praise God. Love is praising God even when the world is crashing down around you and it feels like there’s absolutely no hope for the future. Love is when you’ve been beaten and bruised but even through it all you can still say “praise God”. Love is worth it.
All this that I’m experiencing. It’s God’s love. And even though life is dealing me a pretty difficult hand, I can still believe in God’s love and praise him because love isn’t just about the good times. It’s about the bad times and the worse times and the worst times. If love was about the victory march, then we would be a lonely loveless hate-filled society. Hallelujah for Love.