March 17, 2010

Dear Stranger, I Love You.

My father gives usually boring, rambling, and repetitive lectures. But one stands out in my mind amongst almost all the others. It was something he had told me once about love.

He said he loved my mother, God, his brother, my sister, his business partner, me, and that random stranger on the street equally. He loved us all the same. There was no difference he said, no different magnitude. Love is unconditional and unmeasurable.

I was baffled by this. I simply could not understand it. As we all experience at some point in our lives, I simply thought that my father was simply wrong. It was simply his way of viewing the world, just another of his crazy philosophies and ideas. But I learned over time that he was right.

You cannot measure love, nor should you try. You shouldn't try to give love in different quantities. Love simply does not work that way, it's properties do not allow it to. Love was meant for everyone in this life, including enemies. To me, God is Love. We share God when we love. God does not hold back. God does not love you more than I, or more than that man on the street corner.

Kate once asked me if I believed I could love someone that I'd never met before, someone that I'd never see again, someone that I only locked eyes with once. My answer was yes, you can love them. You might know them better than anyone else with just that one soul piercing look. It reveals so much. There isn't any way to describe it. It simply is. You see them. You see their life. And you love that life.