It seemed every area of Albertson’s was given over to flowers yesterday morning. There was a Valentine’s Day panic on. I picked up my ten year old grandson and he was embarrassed that he had forgotten it was Valentine’s Day. He had put together a little box of trinkets to give to me. It was precious. My three year old great grandchild came home with an armful of Valentine’s Day stuff. Rose and I waited for an hour for a table at one of our favorite restaurants to celebrate the event.
Maybe it’s just me but there was a sense of obligation or duty in the whole thing. There seemed to be a concern that no one be left out from three year’s old and up. I had a feeling that if I failed to give a valentine to someone, it meant I didn’t love them. It brought back memories of elementary school when your parents bought a box of little valentines and instructed you to make sure everyone got one.
I have the sense that we live in a world that is desperate to love and be loved and yet doesn’t understand true love anymore. In case you forgot, it’s not about once a year flowers and candy and special nights out.
Love is a grind it out give everything you’ve got every day kind of thing. If you haven’t been doing that a shiny gift or expensive flowers aren’t going to cut it.
It was good to see the great desire to love and be loved expressed yesterday. Now on the day after maybe we need to look at Jesus and see what it really means to love. Put self behind. Put others ahead. Put Jesus first. Be the lover you were intended to be.
Oh, and in case I missed you. “Happy Valentines Day.”
Love.
Nick
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