People struggle to define it because it has so much baggage attached.
If it is so difficult to define, why do I call it perfect?
We give it, we take it, we fake it, we make it...L-O-V-E..
Love God, Love your neighbor. To love is the greatest commandment. Yet, somehow we lose that in translation, in reality, in humanity. We forget we are called to love (whatever that is) and we say we are showing love by trying to teach, encourage comformity, share truth (often "in love", which so often is instead beating someone over the head with what one believes another "should" do or be.)
It is perfect because in the words of the Beatles, (and God) all you need is love. 1 Corinthians 13 was a reading at our wedding... 4"Love is patient. Love is Kind... 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." and then 8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when perfection comes, the imperfect will disappear.''... 13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Not my knowledge or understanding or belief system.
Everything else can fall away and all that really matters is L-O-V-E.
I am guilty of being less than loving. I make snarky comments. I lack compassion at times. I think harsh or judgemental thoughts. I confess it to you today and I will surely commit these same sins again. I don't want to, but I forget to just L-O-V-E sometimes.
Casting Crowns sings a song, Here I Go Again (and they may not agree with the whole sentiment of this post but they don't have to...), "Father hear my prayer. I need the perfect words, words that he will hear and know they're straight from You...So Maybe this time, I'll speak the words of life with Your fire in my eyes...But this might be my last chance to tell him that You love him..."
This morning I realized the only words of life I need to speak with fire in my eyes...are words of love.
Not "Woulda, shoulda, coulda." Not "Be like me." Not even, "Believe what I believe." Just love. I love you because you are a human being. You are beautifully and wonderfully made. You are loved just as you are.
It's the one perfect word and the love doesn't come from me. I am a vessel, the hands and feet. Whether you believe in what I believe or not. I believe it and so that love can pass through me.
and that L-O-V-E passing through me...is perfect.