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Love Is The Movement

 

We are in the season of love, of reds, whites, flowers, and teddy bears. From the first day of February, even the air smells like love.

In our generation, the current society has helped us to define what love is, what it should “feel” like and the ABC of giving and receiving such love. We have based love on the butterflies in our tummy and the intense feeling of closeness, and want you feel when you are next to that special someone, the gifts given, the places, the cutesy things and inside jokes you share between each other, the midnight phone calls, the pet names and the love emojis, the “surprises” you get on special occasions like today, Valentines day, and those posts on social media that makes everyone green with envy and sigh “God when?”

But if we are being honest like REALLY REALLY honest, what really is love? True Love? God’s Love?

Love is large and incredibly patient; it cares for others more than it cares for itself.

It is gentle and consistently kind to all.

True love does not want what it doesn’t have. Love is not covetous.

Love is not boastful, neither is it arrogant. It is not full of itself.

It refuses to be jealous of when blessing comes to someone else. Love does not brag about one’s achievements nor inflate its own importance.

Love does not force itself on others. Isn’t always “me first.”

Love is not easily irritated or take offense. It joyfully celebrates honesty.

Love does not keep scores on the sins of others. It does not take pleasure in someone else’s downfall, failure, or humiliation.

Love trusts God always and never stop believing the best for others.

It never looks back but keeps going to the end.

Never taking failure as defeat.

Love never dies, and it never stops loving.

And to be honest, we fail in this type of love, all of us. And we fail because we have never tasted of such a love.

We do not know how to receive it, how to give it. It requires a power beyond our own to live out this love,

To experience it.

And that power can come only from God himself.

 From the Spirit of our Lord.

Because God is Love,

And Love is the Movement.

 

With Love,

The DCG Team.



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