“You’re here.”
-“I am.”
“In the middle of the night, with the snow falling so softly and steadily.”
-“Yes.”
“I still haven’t figured that out.”
-“Don’t worry, you won’t.”
“Really. Do you like playing hard to get?”
-“It’s actually not about me.”
“It’s not?”
-“It’s not.”
“But…isn’t everything supposed to be about you?”
-“Why would you think that?”
“‘All things have been created through him and for him’?”
-“Who is ‘him’?”
“You, I thought?”
-“Okay, if that’s the case, who am I?”
“Huh? How am I supposed to be able to answer that???”
-“I’m not trying to play existential games with you. You know me. So who do you know me to be?”
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“Love.”
-“So, ‘All things have been created through Love and for Love.'”
“I like that, but I’m lost.”
-“Stick with me. I’ll get you there. And what’s love ‘all about’? What does love care about?”
“The one loved.”
-“Exactly! And I’m Love. It’s all about everything but me.”
“What about your ‘glory’?”
-“What’s the glory of Love?”
“Ha! I know that one…’You’ve got to give a little, take a little, and let your poor heart break a little. That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love!'”
-“I love your jokes, but close enough. Does Love play hard to get?”
“No. That’s not what love is about.”
-“So who is ‘playing hard to get’ in this?”
“Oh!…Oh.”
-“Your words, not mine.”
“Why is it so hard for me?”
-“Because you make the wrong things all about you. You have a hard time just being loved.”
“I do?”
-“Yes. And when you stop making the wrong things all about you, you know you have a hard time just being loved.”
“What do you mean?”
-“You don’t want responsibility for the things that are about you, like loving. And you want to take credit for the things that aren’t about you, like being loved.”
“Ouch.”
-“I know. Being loved makes you vulnerable.”
“I’ve always thought it’s loving that makes you vulnerable.”
-“It does, but not as much.”
“Really?”
-“Loving leaves you in control.”
“Huh???”
-“Yes, your love can be rejected or betrayed, but you can still choose to love or not. You can even make yourself a martyr to love. But being loved? There’s nothing you can control about that. Accepting it makes you deeply vulnerable.”
“And that’s why I have such a hard time figuring you out?”
-“Yes. It’s hard for you to really accept love. It’s hard for you to trust love.”
“Wow. It is, isn’t it.”
-“And I am Love.”
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“I’m in pretty bad shape then.”
-“No. Remember, I am Love. It’s not all about you either.”
“Will I ever get this figured out?”
-“You’re further along than you think.”
“I am?…How?”
-“You love.”
“I do. But I’m pretty bad at it a lot of the time.”
-“You do your best. That’s love. It’s not all about you.”
“Oh! Right. Okay.”
-“Don’t worry. Stick with me – I’ll get you there.”
“The snow is still coming down.”
-“It is. Isn’t it beautiful? I love it!”
Oh I like this Jennifer! Thank you.
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This is liturgy, Jennifer!
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