The Greatest People are, Great because they Love

(Warning: This is LOooooNnnnnGggggg)

Sister and Su's mum said many many beautiful things over morning tea today.
I've got more to add to yesterday's passing infatuation with love.
(So it's not so much a passing infatuation anymore)

Like we all know, there is not textbook definition of love.
It is made up of too many things.

Love, I realized today, is a lot about letting go one's luxuries and desires, all for the good of the loved one.
I've recently experienced a great woman.
Some of the luxuries she has forgone include her time, freedom, friends, family, familiar and comfortable home, occasionally her rest and sleep time… all for the daughter she loves so much.
That's Love.

The religious are pretty much the same classification of homo sapiens we lay people are.
They've been through our teenage headaches of BGR, our uncertainty of the future when we anticipate change, the heartaches of leaving family for long periods of time…
The only difference is that the priests and nuns have discovered this love for God so great that they decide to let go of everything the material world offers so that they can just love that God and serve Him - By giving themselves to the people around them.
They've touched the lives of the parishioners and patients in hospitals, they've helped us to get the answers we so often pray for. Most of all, they've given valuable, much appreciated support and direction to lost souls (like me).
So our nuns and priests have let go of their sweethearts, their family…
For the good of so many other people.
And that is Love.

This is cliché – but Jesus died so that we can all be saved.
I've not yet discovered what that means, but He sure gave up His life. So that we might be saved. And being saved sounds like a good thing.
It falls into the category of letting go of something for someone else's good.
So it is Love.

Love, at such instances, brings pain.
But all that pain is surpassed by a certain joy…

I know I've missed out a lot of sacrifices made by the great woman I’ve experienced. I can try to pick them all out, but in the end, they’re just words.
She alone knows what she’s given, and she alone bears the pain.
And the joy.

I've missed out a lot of what the religious have given up too. I'm sorry.

I'd like to fully understand, but even if ever I do, my full understanding will never be what it really is for someone else.

And
I have a hunch –
If one ever understands everything there is to Love, he has understood God.

+ Flisha spoke @ 4:42 pm

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