Recently we have had birthday parties galore and more yet to come.
The season of autumn is a season of celebration in our family.
The younger the celebrant, the higher the level of excitement. Unless it is a decade birthday (and then the planning and indulgence crank up more than a few notches). But in a grown-up way.
We have two decade birthdays recently. Celebrations not just of life but also of family near and extended.
There have been cards and there have been presents. But a greater and wonderful celebration of life and living – of family and belonging – of purpose and continuity – of belonging without need – of love without any conditions at all – of love without any expectations at all.
There is just … “love”.
In all the years I have had birthdays … all those years I have shared birthday celebrations with others … with each and every decade celebration … with family of loved ones … with friends loved and respected … with acquaintances of affection …
There has never been … “worship”.
“And if worship is not love – what is worship? And if worship is love – why not call it LOVE?”
I wonder (on this day of another birthday celebration) –
Why do we love each other so easily but are obligated to “worship”
The One who loves us most?