Sabbath Messages > Sabbath Message: December 3, 2005
Good Sabbath
December 3 , 2005
"And thou shalt love the Lord thy God, with all thy heart, all thy soul and all thy might."
'The greatest pleasure of life is love." (Sir W.Temple)
Love illuminates the pathway of my life, as the stars invent lovers, and sunshine imitates the heart in its search for the passion of devotion.
Love is not for puppies or scoundrels, womanizers or Don Juans. Rather it's for humans who need its company and its warmth-greater than sunshine or flirtatious moon. Love builds memories as fast as a poet can write.
"The heart of him, who truly loves is a paradise on earth; he has God in himself, for God is love." (Abbe' Hugo Lamennais)
"For His loving-kindness endures forever."
"No evil shall befall you
For you have set your love upon Me, I will deliver you."
(Psalm 91)
"Love is an image of God, and not a lifeless image, but the living essence of the divine nature which beams full of all goodness." (Luther)
A romantic has time for business and pleasure. He is colored by the fullness of what he loves which cannot be saturated, only deepened. The living can be alive with love, not just gathered possessions, unless the possessions convey soul and faith. We fragile humans crave for things we can love, but learn that those must also have soul and human face. To love another is to have discovered beauty which is soul-deep. Love never disappears; it sometimes vacations but cannot endure unless alive with memories and hearts clutching, hands holding, lips touching, bodies embracing, for the warmth of human love is what God's about. We are created in His image and His image is how we love each other. There are no strangers to love-perhaps just strangers in need of it, who need it to become wonderfully human.
The brain was created so that it can embrace love and romance, for then it remains alive even as mortality transforms into eternity. There are no limits on love for time extends its power and our awareness of it. The more we love, the greater its power to sculpt beauty from marble; love is the treasure hidden in that which we carve. Love is hidden underneath the debris of frustrated satisfaction, but it is there waiting for discovery, just like God and His blessings, which patiently wait for our attention and comprehension.
"Nothing more excites to all that is noble and generous, than virtuous love." (Henry Home)
And so, dear God, I thank Thee for Frances, sons, daughter and grandchildren, and spouses of my children, and of course Aunt Betty and those wonderful parents, all who fashioned me and who have passed from sight, but not memory, for love captured, built and fashioned my soul. The greatest angel is one who guides your heart to discover yourself through great love. In that, we are all equal.
sandy
