Valentines Day sets us to exploring – or maybe ignoring – the deepest waters of love, doesn’t it? If you’re in love, marketplace hype says you are the explorer. And if you’re not, the marketplace would suggest you can just sit this one out. Enjoy the spectacle from the sidelines. Come back on St. Patrick’s Day when even if you’re not Irish, you can join the party.
But love is not just for lovers, right? And if we know anything about love, we know that it is not something you feel, it is something you do. It is divine and dangerous. It it is difficult and delightful. It is not safe. It is completely satisfying. It is other-worldly.
It is not just for lovers.
I love, love, love (pun slightly intended) this quote from the wise C. S. Lewis. It says so well what love is like if you dare to look at it fully:
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”