Love, que?

So, today was a crazy wonderful amazing day to say the very least. I did so much in such a fairly small period of time, yet every second was amazing! I got to go to church at midtown and got to see some people whom I love to see their faces, and one of the sponsors for Zeta, which was an added bonus. I got to talk to Jenny Goff, always a blessing, plus I got to sit by her during church. After that I went and had lunch with some remarkable friends. Followed my the H-word. Yes, homework. I got a lot of it done to, and I must say, I am pretty pumped about what the finished result will be when I have to turn it in for my final!!! ( I have never been so pumped about a ten page essay before, weird.) Then I got to help my loverly suitemate take a thousand tons of stuff into her room so she could be back for the rest of these two weeks before break. And then I got some quality Zeta time, always so much fun with those amazing individuals.

But one of the things that I can't get out of my mind is something that one of my pledge sisters stated just a few minutes/half hour ago. When we were going over some readings in the bible, yeah, bible, we were reading the love passages, 1 Corinthians 13:4-7, the one that describes what love really is. Shelby pointed out how depressing that passage truly is, because is shows the lack of love in the world.Because no matter what we would like, very rarely do we find that "love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy it does not boast it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs. It does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts and always preserves."   But "where is the love"? We fail, even as Christians to be what God was and is and forever will be, love.

And I don't honestly know, when the subtle shift began, it probably was before my time, however love has become so diluted from what it once was, from what God called it to be. I want to know why, and honestly, I think a good majority of it comes from when we forget, that we are called to be God's hands and feet, that we are called to love. Sadly too often we look to God like Santa, and only call on him when we want to, and fail to remember that he requires some things out of our life as well.

I love you, even though, I might not always show it. Though I know I need to show it like crazy, I do love you but I am sorry to admit that too much of the time, I am too perfect of human, meaning I make crazy big mistakes in life, and really like to focus more on me than any one else.