For God so the world that he gave his only son,that whosoever beliefs in him shall not perish but have everlasting life...I guess everyone knows this But Why is love so tragically absent from so many lives? Why is the courage to love openly, faithfully, and with- out measure such a feared premise? It began with hurt. We were born a vessel flowing with authentic and abun- dant love. Then things changed. We weren’t cared for the way we might have been. We didn’t get the attention we craved. Someone pointed at us, judged us, ridiculed us, rejected us. Callous words and selfish acts left us sad and scared. We were burned, crushed, embarrassed, shamed, or smothered by cruel intentions and warped forms of selfish love. And so we began the long, steady, hard work of closing off our hearts, protect- ing our soul’s light, building a high wall around what we are capable of feeling and giving. Soon, we allowed only a few people, those we deemed safe, to peer above this thick, cold, impenetrable wall. And even to those chosen few we offered only piecemeal glimpses of what we really had to give, measuring out how much we would show them, how much we would allow our hearts to light up for them, when and if at all we would give ourselves permission to say life’s three most important words. It is how it goes: We measure out the giving and receiving of love, and it makes us suffer so. Over time the wall of protection has become so impervious and so forbidding that it has blocked out the one thing the wall was built to protect: love. The tragedy of humanity’s great walling off of love is that the construction began and was laid haphazardly, in fits and starts and terrible spurts of immature confusion. By the time we hit adolescence, we became driven by a mass hysteria that said “protect your heart,” and we began to believe, falsely, that love itself had enemies. We let the slings and arrows from others hit our heart, and we felt that love was some- how diminished or damaged. We were swept into a collec- tive unconsciousness that believes that hurt has something or anything to do with love at all, and for this too many have drowned in needless misery. Hurt has nothing to do with love, and love is unaffiliated with and unaffected by pain. We say, “My heart is full of love,” but love is not bound in our heart or our relationships, and thus, it is not caged and capable of being poked, taunted, or trapped. And no amount of love—no matter the pain or hurt—is ever “lost.” Love is not confined to the human heart and, thus, cannot be held in or out. It is our lack of this awareness that has made us at first seek to protect love and then to limit its release with such fear. We believe it to be a finite thing that we own and can lose. We think it is scarce, delicate. But we are wrong, and this fallacy is what makes life lose its color, what rips away the joy, connection, and sacredness of life. Love is divine. It is a spiritual energy that is, at this very moment, flowing through the universe—through us, through our enemies, our family, our coworkers, and seven billion–plus strangers. There is no limit to it, and it cannot be bottled or protected. It exists everywhere—freely, abundantly, constantly. Let us be transformed by this knowledge: Love was never absent from our life. Love didn’t leave us. It didn’t go anywhere. It was never less present for us to access or experience. It was and con- tinues to be ever present, all around us.
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