If you were to ask me to define love, I think I would take you to the shuffleboard courts in Florida or on the porches of the old folks’ homes up north: an old man with snow-white hair, a little hard of hearing, reading the newspaper through a magnifying glass; an old woman in a shapeless dress, her knuckles gnarled by arthritis, wearing sandals to ease her aching arches. They are holding hands, and in a little while, they will totter off to take a nap, and then she will cook supper–not a very good supper–and they will watch television, each knowing exactly what the other is thinking, until it is time for bed. They may even have a good, soul-stirring argument, just to prove that they still really care. And through the night, they will snore unabashedly, each resting contentedly because the other is there. They are in love; they have always been in love, although sometimes they would have denied it. And because they have been in love, they have survived everything that life could throw at them, even their own failures.
This Sunday, we begin a series on love, a series that may take us in a direction you’ve never considered before. As a culture, we are bent on finding love; the Bible commands us to live in love, but what exactly is love anyway? This Sunday, we will answer that question as we begin to explore one of the most contemplated subjects in the world.