The Walk

I may be mentally, emotionally and physically drained, but the view couldn’t look more glorious. In fact, I wouldn't choose to be anywhere else in the world. Deep within I feel compelled to throw my hands in the air and jump with a heartfelt shout for joy.

I continue to be eternally thankful.


I'm procrastinating. My mind also isn't in concentrating mode right now. It feels like being creative more than purposeful. So please bear with me, as I ramble.


There is something within us that craves relationships. Our souls long to connect with others. To share meals. To share experiences. To share hopes and dreams. It is my personal belief that we are creatures born to relate, and creatures that find meaning in life through people.

Though one can readily agree relationships are hardly perfect. In today's age it goes without saying that the world is full of broken relationships. Countries wage war with each other. Nations ignite terror for political gain. Even our homes can be our own personal battleground. Our world is wrought with bitterness, anger, hatred, injustice, and despair. It should be of no surprise that the children of our generation might often ask questions that beg 'why'?

To extend the arguement, perhaps it isn’t the relationship we crave, but the Love we give and receive in the context of relationships that we desire. I suspect few would choose to disagree that Love is the glue to all relationships. It is, so to speak, the essence of Life, holding within it the power to transform our hearts and minds, and subsequently our lives. Undeniably there is a quality about Love that makes it hard to grasp. Hold onto it too tightly and you lose it, hold onto it too lightly and its gone before you know it. So, what is it about Love, that makes it so elusive, if at all?

A couple of weeks ago, as part of the Fruit of the Spirit series, I recently taught my Sunday school children a lesson on Love (the first Fruit of the Spirt). As I sat down on Saturday night in front of the TV watching the Olympics, I causally thought, "Love, can't be that hard to teach. The word itself is self explanatory." So I casually took my time with adding some flesh to the skeleton.

As the night wore on and as I found myself deeper and deeper in thought. I was surprised to find myself stumped. I stopped for a moment and seriously asked myself - "What is Love? How do you define it? And more importantly, how do you teach it?" I was humbled, and the experience gently cautioned me to reflect on how I came to form my views about Love, and how I now understand it.

Earlier this year I had an interesting and challenging debate with a friend about Love. I might save that discussion for another rainy day. For now, I’m tired. So I’m going to wrap up. Before I do, I just thought I’ll share the following :

Truth without Love is incomplete, but Love without Truth is a lie.