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LOVE STORY (Guest Article)

October 30, 2015

                                                                              LOVE STORY

    Where do I begin? To tell the story of how great a love can be, the sweet love story that is older than the sea . . . ?”  So begin Carl Sigman’s lyrics for the theme to 1970 movie, Love Story.  I once heard a noted authority on spiritual songs speak derisively of one of our songs as a “love ditty.”  How wrong can a good man be?  The whole Bible is a love story.  It’s the greatest of them all.  And every love story in some degree is a reflection of it.

The Song of Solomon, when you wade though the exotic, oriental imagery, is a love song of love songs.  So intense and expressive and intimate are its details that for centuries interpreters have wanted to submerge its intent into an allegory of God’s love for His people; of Christ’s love for the church.  And it does well for that, as will many a love song.

Both psalmists and prophets speak of God’s deep love for His people:  sometimes of His inexpressible care; sometimes of His deepest disappointments; sometimes of His highest dreams and inscrutable plans to come.

When Paul wanted to instruct husbands on their relationship with their wives, he reminded them of Christ’s love for the church.  “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ, also loved the church and gave Himself up for her.” (Eph. 5:25)

So, just where do you begin to tell the story of how great a love can be?  No story ever told is bigger, more expansive, more complex, more enduring, more sacrificial, more eternal than the story of God’s love for mankind.  So old it is that it predates Genesis.  At the foundation of the world, in the heart of God, even when He conceived us before time began—that’s how long He’s loved us.

And, just what does it mean?
“He fills my heart with very special things
With angels’ songs, with wild imaginings
He fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go, I’m never lonely . . . .”

    And how long will it last?
“Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I’m going to need Him ’til the stars all burn away . . . .”

                            Larry A. Shelley

 

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