The Wicked Webs We Weave…

Love is not an entity to be trifled with…

Actually, let me write that differently.

The heart is not an entity to be trifled with. 

Welcome to the digital age of convenience. We come and go as we please. We eat, drink, and we’re merry. We have the world at our fingertips and the power to innovate beyond anything this Earth has ever seen. Each day man takes new steps forward in technological advancements. Mind-blowing, earth shattering, out of this world ideas are flowing from the brains of men and women, yet we still act as if we’re in the stone age.

What is the one thing that can reduce all of man’s advancements in a single swipe? What is the only thing that can sustain/erase the validity of any person’s words or actions? What is the difference in this life?


A word full of connotation. It’s full of context. It’s full of hope. It’s something by which dead men receive life and by which strong men fall. Women hang on to its very essence, breathing it in, but only being crushed by the weight of the disappointment it can bring. To most, it’s something you feel; to some, something you do. Regardless of what effect it has on you, there is one thing that is true about our society.

Too many people are playing games.

I don’t see commitment in my generation. I don’t see a willingness to fight. I don’t see a passion for being selfless. I don’t see a heart for the real kind of love. Would you like to know what I see?

Nothing but people swipin’ left n’ right looking for their next fix.

This idea of love, this very word, has been drudged through the mud of self satisfaction. It no longer carries the weight of sacrifice. It decries baggage, pain, and hatred (ironically). What once was epitomized as the end all goal of life, to receive love and to love, has been downgraded to a one night stand.

Give me what I want now and if you don’t I’m gone.

Take it from someone who has lived with and dealt with the lies. It’s the facade that people put up by tossing around the word love. In all reality, this kind of love is only effectual so long as we’re receiving what we want. We’re a society full of brown nosers. I don’t see anything but hidden agendas masked behind the majesty of love. Does it not mean anything to us anymore? Does it not carry weight, glory, or wonder? We use the word love as if it were a tool. Actually, all it has become is a means to an end.

My version, my hope, and my ultimate goal of love is what the Bible says it is.

“Love is patient and kind;

love does not envy or boast;

it is not arrogant or rude.

It does not insist on its own way;

it is not irritable or resentful;

it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends” 

I Corinthians 13:4-8

The epitome of love is Christ dying on the cross for people who don’t deserve salvation. The epitome of love is sacrifice. It is the outworking of what God has done for you. It’s the giving of yourself for someone else’s benefit despite the fact that it may never be reciprocated.

Sounds so romantic, doesn’t it?

It’s not meant to be. Our society is hell bent on making love out to be this super sexy, dramatic emotion but in all reality it’s an action that drives us to our knees. It’s hard. It can be painful sometimes. It causes us to forsake our very own wishes and desires for someone else’s. Ultimately though, love is the very essence of why we’re here.

Love is not a game.

Love is not an app on a phone.

Love is not just a word.

Despite your religious beliefs I challenge you to take the Bible’s version of love and weigh it against anything else. In fact, take a look at the verses above and try to tell me that you don’t want a relationship with someone who is like that.

I’ll wait.

See? Now, if you want to be with someone who is D.) All of the Above, are you willing to be D.) All of the Above? Are you willing to stop looking for Mr. and Mrs. Right and start becoming Mr. and Mrs. Right?

I’m to blame for this just as much as anyone. I realize that even on my best day I am not a single one of those things on that list. Here’s the difference though…I wanna be. I want to be patient. I want to be kind. I want to be selfless. In order to do that though, I have to recognize that I can’t do it on my own. I need God. I need His grace to make me into something better. Then, when I’m presented with those opportunities to be better, I have to try. Unfortunately, that’s the rub with my homies. Effort is the stain of our lives. We’d rather be force fed our lives.

My generation’s standards of love are irrevocably low. We settle for far less when we could attain something so much higher. Stop playing games. Be real with people (that’s called honesty). Stop running around ding-dong-ditchin’ any and every relationship you can. Commit.

Learn to love.

And for the love of all that is good and holy, if you’re not trying to be an example of love stop telling people that you love ’em. Don’t lie. Your actions speak louder than your words.

And for you 13 year olds with boyfriends or girlfriends, stop pretending and go play outside or something…Y’all need some fresh air.


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