It is probably impossible to love any human being simply “too much”. We may love him too much in proportion to our love for God; but it is the smallness of our love for God, not the greatness of our love for the man, that constitutes the inordinacy. … But the question whether we are loving God or the earthly Beloved “more” is not, so far as concerns our Christian duty, a question about the comparative intensity of two feelings. The real question is, which(when the alternative comes) do you serve, or choose , or put first? To which claim does your will, in the last resort, yield. ~ C.S. Lewis
I hear people talk about how we say I love you too often. Do we, I wonder?
I used to be careful about love. I’d try to make sure I loved other people just as much as they loved me, never more. It’s as odd as sharing french fries and counting them out first to make sure we each have the exact same number.
I used to be embarrassed about love. What if I said I love you and the other person, friend or family, didn’t say I love you back? That’s why I quit telling my cousin that I loved him after I was 10 or 11. I knew he wasn’t the I love you type. I hope, when he died, he knew I loved him. I know he didn’t have any idea how much.
I’ve been stingy with love. I’ve stored it up, protecting my heart from hurt, as if there could be a run on the bank and my reserves might be diminished. It turns out that’s exactly what I needed – diminished reserves, or at least diminished reservations.
I’ll be honest. I wasn’t afraid I’d love someone more than I love God. I was afraid I’d love people more than they loved me. I’ve never loved anyone too much. I’ve only loved God too little.
I Corinthians 13 is a call to the guarded heart. Love! Love wholeheartedly! Love with intensity and passion and promise! Love whether you are loved back or not! Out love whenever you can! And, out of love, yield wholly to the Lover of your soul!