Life Beyond The Lyrics – Love

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Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.” – Aslan at the beginning of creation of Narnia (C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew)


Well here we are –  awake. But what next? Love? Why follow waking up with Love? Why not follow it with think, or speak, or consume stimulants? In the last installment of Life Beyond The Lyrics I started at the beginning with “Awake.” You can catch up here.

Love God and love others. The greatest commandment doesn’t get much easier to say. However, it seems it is the hardest to live out. We were not designed to love. Yes, it sounds strange, but if we were designed in God’s image, and God is love, then it is easy to see that we were not merely designed to love but rather to be love.

Which Jesus do you follow? /  Which Jesus do you serve? / If Ephesians says to imitate Christ / Why do you look so much like the world?

You see, being a Christian isn’t about living by a bunch of set rules, going to church on Sunday, and watching repeats of Duck Dynasty. Although, if you check a bunch of our social media feeds or even walk into a Christian book store, you would think that is what being a Christian entails. Being a Christian literally means being a little Christ. So, just like Dr. Evil had Mini Me, Jesus has us. (Cue screams of, “Heretic!” now.)

This area for love of my neighbours has been crushing me lately. It has been the greatest challenge to my Christian walk since I made a decision to follow Christ nineteen years ago. It almost feels that only now do I understand what following Christ and declaring His name as my own actually means. Even as I write this, I cannot get the homeless man’s eyes out of my mind.

 ‘Cause my Jesus bled and died /  He spent His time with thieves and liars / He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant / So which one do you want to be? /  Blessed are the poor in spirit / Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land? / Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness / Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand?

He was just sitting there, outside of the farmer’s market, the same place he sits every week. I drove by him so many times through the winter and always saw him there, just sitting on the cold, red, brick, sidewalk. Sitting there and selling his newspapers in order to earn enough money to get through the next day. I had walked by him so many times before this, knowing he was there, but not knowing a man was there, merely knowing that there was a tripping hazard that I needed to watch out for. But this Saturday was different. As we drove by to drop my daughters at their ballet class, there he was. But this time, I saw a man. A man no different than myself. A man whom Jesus died for. It was different, it was as though, at that moment, I understood what love was. Love is not merely an emotion, but a constant action upon our hearts by God that we must turn into action. I stopped, I talked to the man, I crouched to his level and looked him in the eyes, and those eyes have been burned into my mind. I spoke to him, told him that God loved him, that he was beautiful. I forgot about the bustling market crowd. I made contact with a man that God loves and cares for.

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