“Love is transformative. It turns whatever it touches into a channel specifically designed to get everyone else within reach as wet as possible. ‘Love’ that doesn’t do that isn’t really love.” ~Somebody to Love (below)
My Featured Blogger this week is Eric of the blogsite The Untamed Places. Iowa-born English teacher Eric (whose last name I don’t know) contributes the words, and his wife Laura, from Salamanca, Spain, contributes the pictures.
Eric describes himself as “passionate about storytelling as a tool to communicate deep and sometimes difficult truth.” He does this beautifully in the post below, and in other tales of untamed places, the most untamed of which is without doubt the human heart. Note: The following is an excerpt. To read the entire post (do!) click here.
Truth is still truth no matter whose mouth it falls out of…
Every last human being is fashioned in the image of the God who spoke the universe and everything in it into existence. As a race we’ve fallen a long way since then, and the bruises incurred by that fall are many. However, the stamp of the divine remains etched into every human heart. A human being can no more remove his humanity—his God-reflecting humanity—from himself than a bird can substitute his hollow bones for marrow-filled ones. It’s simply not within the bird’s ability. Even if his wings are broken.
So, it should come as no surprise to find truth popping up in all sorts of odd places. When it does, hold fast to it. Discard the rest, of course. But let’s not be throwing any babies out with the bathwater.
Freddy Mercury sings a song that gets a lot of play time at our house. It’s called “Somebody to Love.”
Here’s a snippet of the second verse:
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord, somebody, oh somebody,
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
What a fascinating question. You’d think he’d be praying and crying to find someone to love him, right? Isn’t that what we are all ultimately after—someone who will truly love us? Yet, that’s not what Mr. Mercury wrote, and I admit his question has really made me think…
What if receiving love is only step one to true joy? What if recklessly giving that love away is the second and final step? What if we’re not meant to be love cul-da-sacs but rather love conduits? What if the Dead Sea is a real-life parable of the person who only receives good things and never gives those good things away? And what if Freddy Mercury, a fallen man created in the image of his good and loving Creator, knew it as sure as he knew his mother’s face?
To discover love is to immediately wish to be able to give it all away. Otherwise, you haven’t really encountered love. The reason is that love is transformative. It turns whatever it touches into a channel specifically designed to get everyone else within reach as wet as possible. “Love” that doesn’t do that isn’t really love…
(To read the entire unedited post, click here)