A simple truth; God is love. Christ loves us because He chooses to love us. He chose to love us before the foundations of the world. I once heard a preacher say that Christ is infatuated with us, that he pines for us. I don't know, it makes me feel more like a puppy than a child. Chosen love is deeper than a hormone-driven or a cuteness inspired love. God's love is a committed love. It is based upon the nature of His person. It will not fade or dwindle with time or familiarity. It is eternally chosen, just as the Being who loves us is eternal. He loves us because that is who He is.
He has commanded us to love one another. If we are commanded to love, then we have to admit that it is possible for us to do so as a deliberate act. Love, at its foundation, must be an act of will. That is why I believe in love at first sight. A person can lay their eyes upon another and decide that they will love them, regardless of what the initial attraction may be. Love can deepen and develop through time and experience, but inherently people have the power within them to decide who or what they will love. It is our agency. Following Christ means we are to "choose to love."
God is very serious about this command. The bible lists this as a great sin of the latter days as love for one another waxes cold (D&C 45:27). One of the great sins of Sodom and Gomorrah was a lack of love toward the poor and needy. Perhaps the most striking example of God's seriousness about this command is in Moses 7. Enoch has beheld the God of creation weeping over the inhabitants of the earth. Astounded at this Enoch asks "How is it that thou canst weep, seeing thou art holy, and from all eternity to all eternity?" (v29) The Lord answers "Behold these thy brethren; they are the workmanship of mine own hands, and I gave unto them their knowledge, in the day I created them; and in the Garden of Eden, gave I unto man his agency; And unto thy brethren have I said, and also given commandment, that they should love one another, and that they should choose me, their Father; but behold, they are without affection, and they hate their own blood;" (Moses 7:32-33) The answer is thought provoking - and unfortunately incriminating. Man was free to choose and he had decided not to love his brethren or his God. And God sent the flood.
He has commanded us to love one another. If we are commanded to love, then we have to admit that it is possible for us to do so as a deliberate act. Love, at its foundation, must be an act of will. That is why I believe in love at first sight. A person can lay their eyes upon another and decide that they will love them, regardless of what the initial attraction may be. Love can deepen and develop through time and experience, but inherently people have the power within them to decide who or what they will love. It is our agency. Following Christ means we are to "choose to love."
God is very serious about this command. The bible lists this as a great sin of the latter days as love for one another waxes cold (D&C 45:27). One of the great sins of Sodom and Gomorrah was a lack of love toward the poor and needy. Perhaps the most striking example of God's seriousness about this command is in Moses 7. Enoch has beheld the God of creation weeping over the inhabitants of the earth. Astounded at this Enoch asks "How is it that thou canst weep, seeing thou art holy, and from all eternity to all eternity?" (v29) The Lord answers "Behold these thy brethren; they are the workmanship of mine own hands, and I gave unto them their knowledge, in the day I created them; and in the Garden of Eden, gave I unto man his agency; And unto thy brethren have I said, and also given commandment, that they should love one another, and that they should choose me, their Father; but behold, they are without affection, and they hate their own blood;" (Moses 7:32-33) The answer is thought provoking - and unfortunately incriminating. Man was free to choose and he had decided not to love his brethren or his God. And God sent the flood.
Six humans trapped in happenstance The rich man just sat back and thought
In dark and bitter cold, Of the wealth he had in store,
Each one possessed a stick of wood, And how to keep what he had earned,
Or so the story's told. From the lazy, shiftless poor.
Their dying fire in need of logs The black man's face bespoke revenge
The first woman held hers back, As the fire passed from sight,
For of the faces around the fire, For all he saw in his stick of wood
She noticed one was black. Was a chance to spite the white.
The next man looking across the way The last man of this forlorn group
Saw not one of his church, Did naught except for gain,
And couldn't bring himself to give Giving only to those who gave,
The fire his stick of birch. Was how he played the game.
The third one sat in tattered clothes The logs held tight in death's still hands
He gave his coat a hitch, Was proof of human sin,
Why should his log be put to use They didn't die from the cold without,
To warm the idle rich? They died from the cold within.
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