Immoderate Love

Love is the oil in an engine that guarantees that believers do not rub against each other, rack, wreck and rip the car.

Love is the oil in an engine that dissipates the heat generated by passions and pursuits of the kingdom. This secures the engine against incineration.

Love is the oil in an engine that preserves the church from corrosion brought about by traditional and legitimate duties.

Love is the oil in an engine that expels impurities and guarantees top-notch performance; just the way the manufacturer intended.

Love is the oil in an engine that promotes longevity, reliability and the common good of the fellowship.

Love is also like rain. It gives a good harvest to the seemingly good and genuinely evil.

Love is also like sunshine. It warms the lives of those who walk with heavy rifles at night and those who hold night watch prayers.

Love is also like River Mara. It draws the innocent wild beasts and the terrifying Nile crocodiles.

Its reservoir

Love was manufactured in the factory of God. Centrifuges in this factory never cease running. The conveyor belt in this factory is never paused. The product that comes out has always been, and will always be perfect; because it is Love. This product is fit for human consumption. It is fit for Africa, America, Asia, Australia and Europe. It is sweet to misfits, ostracized, black sheep and the good-for-nothing. It also accepts the vagabonds and outcast.

It is good for the holier-than-thou, saints and angels, those who always get it right, faithful servants and heaven-bound.

Just Love them

Love is glorious than talents and gifts. It is above and beyond all virtues. It is at the zenith of goodness. This is so because God’s other name is Love. It was His name before it became His attribute.

We are to be the conduits of this love. Regrettably, we dispense adulterated love. God have mercy on us! 

Our First Love went with the hurricane. It went with the tsunami. It vanished with complacency. The whirlwind of life swept it away. It got mixed with I, Me and Myself. It now chooses. It now segregates. It now judges unlovingly. It now crucifies the Spirit. This Love is now Rough.

In his book, What’s So Amazing About Grace, Philip Yancey tells of a story that goes like this:

“A prostitute came to me in wretched straits, homeless, sick, unable to buy food for her two-year-old daughter. Through sobs and tears, she told me how she had been renting out her daughter – two years old! – to men interested in kinky sex. She made more renting out her daughter for an hour than she could earn on her own in a night. She had to do it, she said, to support her own drug habit… I had no idea what to say to this woman. At last, I asked if she had ever thought of going to church for help. I will never forget the look of pure, naïve shock that crossed her face. “Church!” she cried. “Why would I ever go there? I was already feeling terrible about myself. They’d just make me feel worse.” (Page 11).

Yes, we can accommodate others: Those who are yet to start the journey, those who have started it, those who are faltering in their journey, those who are worn out and giving up. There is room in the kingdom of God for all of us. There is room for growth too.

It is hard to love, and that is why God commanded us to love. It is not natural. But it is possible. God, show us how to love: First, to love you, then to love others.

All things will cease. Only three shall outlive. Out of those three, Love is the most excellent.

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

1 Cor 13:13 (NIV)

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