I have seen many blogs quote the Greek “seven”. The seven greek words for love. Different love. Helps us explain, helps us in a way I am beginning to ponder …
Because of one word.
A word used when something has stopped, something has been lost. When – if I lost my sight in a terrible/stupid accident – in a terrible/stupid illness – my life changes, my “career” bombs, my relationships change – everything changes – many unwanted choices.
Let me see …
I used to see, I took seeing for granted, seeing is breathing, I never knew … and now I do. Now I know I can never go back to what was, what used to be, what I took for granted. I never knew … and now I do.
They came to Jericho. As he and his disciples and a large crowd were leaving Jericho, Bartimaeus son of Timaeus, a blind beggar, was sitting by the roadside. When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout out and say, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” Many sternly ordered him to be quiet, but he cried out even more loudly, “Son of David, have mercy on me!” Jesus stood still and said, “Call him here.” And they called the blind man, saying to him, “Take heart; get up, he is calling you.” So throwing off his cloak, he sprang up and came to Jesus. Then Jesus said to him, “What do you want me to do for you?” The blind man said to him, “My teacher, let me see again.” Jesus said to him, “Go; your faith has made you well.” Immediately he regained his sight and followed him on the way. Mark 10:46-52
This morning He whispered one word: again.
And let me see. Again.
Love is not something I see Jesus doing seven different ways. Is not something I see God Soft Hands Jesus debate. He uses the word Love. He was love. He is love. I saw one word. Again. And began to ponder why we find seven – why we need seven.
Is the source. Always the source. Perfect for each. Available to each. Life changing for each. If we allow. If we each allow each.