We have no love at all except that which comes from God. All
love in this world is, as Dante writes, “the Love that moves the sun and other
stars.” For as St. John the Evangelist tells us, God is love; and as Moses learned, God Is Who Is—He is Being itself, in whom we live and move
and have our (own) being. From this
perspective, Love is the substance of being, its essence, its purpose, its end.
What does this Love look like? It looks like us, roughly—we are
made in His image. But we are, most of us, broken and sinful, so the image is
distorted. Let us look to Mary, then, as the created image, and to Jesus Christ
as the begotten one. Let us look at these two and ask again: What does this
Love look like?
It is pure, intense, obedient. It is courageous, honest, and
merciful. It is boundless, bloody, and self-sacrificing. It accomplishes the
Father’s will at whatever cost to itself. It never fails.
This is the universe in which we live. This is what we are
made of, and what we are made for. The very dust of this world cries out in love,
for love. And the heavens respond.
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