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Perhaps turn out a sermon.

-- R. Burns Epistle to a Young Friend

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Be a Happy Valentine



Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. – 1 Corinthians 13:4-6


There is such a thing as spiritual envy.  There is even what St. John of the Cross calls in Dark Night of the Soul “holy envy”, a “… grief over the realization that one does not have the same virtues another has”.  Yet holy envy also rejoices in that realization as well, rejoices that those virtues are practiced by someone, that God’s truth is being upheld and lived out.  I understand why he used the term holy envy, still there ought to be a better way to put it.  Envy itself is far too corrosive and deadly to be tamed in the service of the truth.  We can find in the spiritual success and virtue of another encouragement and hope, but envy is as happy, if not happier when the envied one is pulled down as when the envious is elevated.  God called Himself “a jealous God”, never an envious one, and certainly God is incapable of envy since no one could possibly be better than He is in any way. 

Beside that, love is simply incompatible with envy.  Where love genuinely exists, the success and happiness, spiritual and otherwise, of the one we love is synonymous with our own highest desire.  This is why Psalm 37:4 says that if we delight ourselves in the Lord, He will give us the desires of our heart.  If we love God, we want Him to be happy.  Wait, can God ever be unhappy?  There is a part of me (the thick-headed, dogmatic Scots part, probably) that wants to say, No, absolutely not.  Yet Jesus wept, not just at the tomb of His friend Lazarus, but over the city of Jerusalem.  The prophets speak often enough of God’s longing for His people, not because He needed anything from them, but because He loved them and wanted what was best for them.  That is, God finds His own delight in delighting us, or He is delighted by our delight in Him. 


Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love.  In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him.  In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.  – 1 John 4:8-10


If we didn’t get it, John says it again in verse 19, “We love because He first loved us.”  

Happy Valentine's Day.  Somebody loves you.   

5 comments:

John Lien said...

What blows my mind when I think about it, is that God, with all his power, cannot force you to love him. And he waits, hoping you will love him back. That you can "break his heart" by not loving him back. It's just sad and beautiful to contemplate.

mushroom said...

Very much so. It makes life worth all the trouble.

julie said...

Yes, just so, to the post and the comments.

Rick said...

What a Lovely post.
And what a paradox is love and yet all makes sense too.
That is an excellent observation about Jesus weeping. So we can say with certainty that at least a part of God we may hurt, though the greater God can "take it."
Funny I was just reading the other day something by Kreeft; his 20 arguments for God, the last being Pacal's Wager, which I'd heard the name of the argument but never looked into. I was familiar with the concept though not that there was a "name" for it. Everyone must at one time or another consider these natural thoughts on belief (if not constantly). Anyway, I'd never considered that an agnostic mindset may be only selfish if not considering the potential for injustice or hurting God by not, well, having just a little more faith, I suppose.
Anyway, much needed post. Thank you.

mushroom said...

Anyway, I'd never considered that an agnostic mindset may be only selfish if not considering the potential for injustice or hurting God by not, well, having just a little more faith, I suppose.

Yes, I like that.