Those Four Letters

Once every seven years, when the Sabbath and February 14th line up, you expect the pastor to take the holiday as a chance to transition into a sermon on marriage or God’s love, but there was no mention of Valentine’s Day in the sermon today. No “Happy Valentine’s Day,” no nod or gesture was given to the only holiday that can get me into a Hallmark® store. The omission felt intentional, not like some sort of a Christian boycott but more like there was no reason to reference a holiday that had more to do with chocolates and lingerie than any substantive meaning of the word love. 

We ask those four letters to do a lot.

We love our dog and we love our friends and we love Panera.  Watch any romantic comedy and you’ll more than likely see a couple fall in love, make love, and then fall out of love briefly before it all ends happily ever after. The same word, over and over again, is used to describe really different things.

The word “love” is littered over every inch of Western culture. Beyoncé is putting the “love on top,” Elle Goulding is begging somebody “love me like you do,” and Bieber is telling his girl that if she likes the way she looks that much, then she should go and love herself. Subaru has the love campaign, Southwest is the airline company that love built, and McDonald’s is lovin’ it.

Yes, we ask those four letters to do a lot. And I’m afraid that when we take these shallow definitions of love and apply them to the deepest of human relationships, the result isn’t pretty. Millions of marriages have been destroyed by the shape-shifting, feeling-driven idea of love that describes some sort of fairy-dust combination of chemistry and attraction.

A few months ago, I got engaged to the love of my life. By the grace of God, Caroline said “yes, of course” to my stammered proposal. I’m a lucky man.

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I gave Caroline a leather bound scrapbook on the day that I proposed. It was full of little mementos from our relationship, 4×6 pictures and old receipts, plane ticket stubs and post-it notes.  Engraved on the leather cover are the words The Book of Love. 

There on that scrapbook was that four-letter word that we ask to do so much. A month before the proposal, I tried to put down on paper the difference between the feelings-driven come-and-go love of this world and what our God has shown love to be through His son Jesus Christ — a selfless commitment to put another before yourself.  Here’s what became the first page of The Book of Love. 

I will read this book of love. I will turn the pages carefully and delicately. I’ll savor the sentences and I’ll smile when I read, sometimes a pained school-photo smile, sometimes a Notebook “if you’re a bird, I’m a bird” smile, sometimes a “things are really, really hard and I don’t get you but I’m not going anywhere” grimace. I’ll learn from reading, be changed by the words, grow in grace through them. I’ll scribble notes in the margins and underline the parts I like and put a star next to the parts I don’t so I know to pay them extra attention.

I’ll read every page with love, the real kind, the kind that doesn’t close its eyes during the scary parts or turn its back during the difficult portions. Yes, I’ll read it with love, the kind that keeps on giving and giving and giving and giving, the kind with no scoreboard or tally that keeps track of payback. I’ll read it with love because that’s mostly what binds these tattered pages, that 4-letter word we waste too often on Torchy’s Tacos and what bunnies do.

Love will keep me reading. Love will keep me awake during the dull parts. Love will keep my heart ready for the certainty of change. Our insides, our outsides, change will happen and I’ll read right on through. Love will keep me stooped low, low so I can serve you, low so I can be forgiven and forgive. 

I’ll press the book close to my chest. I’ll hold it, protect it, cherish it. I’ll be willing to die for who is behind the pages. And I will die for who’s behind the pages. Day after day after day—irrationally, inexplicably, unconditionally, I’ll lay my life down. I won’t do this because you’re perfect or because you’re mine or because of some other lie they write on candy hearts. I’ll do it because He did it for us. 

This book was written by our Maker and entrusted to us. We will read it the way we do because He is the way He is. The binding is love because He is love. The story in the book isn’t new. It’s a story He wrote. He wrote the full version—the cosmic level version—and called it The Gospel. The book we will read is the abridged version called marriage. Both books have big words that start with the letter R—reconciliation, rescue, redemption—scrawled all over these pages. We will be so caught up, so romanced by the big cosmic-level version, that the abridged version reads the same. We will never worship the book or each other, only the author. We’ll never bow down to the pages or think we earned them or wrote them. We will love because he first loved us.

As an engaged man, I am no love expert. I haven’t yet said “I do.” I haven’t held the puke bucket late at night, I haven’t coached in a delivery room, and I haven’t grieved the loss of a parent or sibling or child with my wife. But on this journey with Sweet Caroline, it has been more than clear that love is less like one of those romantic comedies and more like the love story that we call the Gospel of Jesus Christ. And when our love mirrors His love—committed, selfless, and sacrificial—that’s when those four letters do the most.

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Nashville Nights

This past weekend, I went to Tennessee with my buddies Bill, Carter, and Spencer.IMG_3075

We went to a conference put on by Donald Miller, one of our favorite authors. The conference was called Storyline. It was all about our story inside of God’s cosmic story; what makes a story compelling, meaningful, and big.

At a stoplight later that night, I motioned for the pretty girl next to us to roll down her window. It was time to give this “big story” thing a shot. “Are you from Nashville?” I asked. “No,” she replied. “Do you go to school here?” I asked. “Yeah,” she replied. “We’re trying to make friends,” I said. “Oh cool! Well, I’m going to pick up my friend at a concert.”  “Alright, we’ll follow you!” The light turns green and Spencer shifts lanes to follow her.

We almost lost her car twice, but we finally pulled up behind her at Cannery Row, Nashville’s famous music street. We bonded over her Texas license plate and a few mutual friends back home, and then met her friend. Bill tried a couple of his really lame Tennessee pick-up lines, and then we followed them back to Belmont’s campus for a tour of campus. We found out that they were both songwriting majors, aspiring musicians, and incredibly cool people. Before we went back to our place, Carter made them promise to play for us the next night.


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The next night, we strolled past the front desk and made a beeline for the elevators. Our thrift store outfits garnered some attention from bellhops in tuxedoes but no one stopped us. The elevator doors opened up to the fourth floor. We found a rooftop lounge that looks out over the hills of Nashville and sunk into comfy, oversized deck chairs. The Hotel Omni, which opened this Fall, was the perfect setting for the perfect backdrop for our big story night.

Our new friends brought a guitar, some of their other friends, and a shaker for some percussion. They passed around the guitar for hours up on the roof. Somebody would sing a song and others would join in and harmonize. The city went to sleep, but our friends kept making music. We ended the night by singing praises to our God together. Worship with new friends overlooking a beautiful city capped off an incredible weekend.IMG_3085

One of Don’s questions from this weekend keeps running through my mind on this cold, rainy October day.

How would our story look different if we were less concerned with being careful?

The definition of careful is making sure of avoiding potential danger, mishap, or harm; cautious.

Christ’s love for us isn’t careful. Neither was the cross.

Put careful aside and take risks staked on love today. 

Oh, and make a friend at a stoplight today. They might secretly be really awesome. Here’s a link to the music of one of our new friends. http://www.noisetrade.com/kel