Have you ever thought about what love is? I mean, think about it. Can love be utterly selfless? Ot is that God’s alone? Is it an emotion? A decision? A gut reaction? Do we choose who we love? If so, why do we make that choice? Why do we love the ones we do? Is it because we seek to bless them, or is it because they bring something else to the table? Is it fondness for someone or their sensory input patterns? Is it, in contrast to spiritual gifts, a set of actions and attitudes found in 1 Cor 13? How is it that I guard very specifically to whom I say those three little words; yet, there are people I have no problem saying it to, but it becomes so difficult to others who I should feel compelled to love? You can know for sure that if I tell you that I love you, you hold a special place in my life.
So? What is it? Or is this a question(s) without an answer?
Sugarland has quickly become one of my favorite acts in country music (in fact, their album Love On The Inside is about all I have been listening to lately). They wrote a song that attempts to tackle this issue (a song whose chorus is so simple, melodically and lyrically, yet so intriguing). While I don’t think this song holds the answers, or even is consistent in offering good questions, I think it’s an interesting song. Here they are singing it on last year’s CMA awards:
Is it the face of a child?
Is it the thrill of danger?
Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger?
Is it more than faith?
Is it more than hope?
Is it waiting for us at the end of our rope?
Is it the one you call home?
Is it the holy land?
Is it standing right here holding your hand?
Is it just like the movies?
Is it rice and white lace?
Is it the feeling I get when I wake to your face?
Is it the first summer storm?
Is it the colors of fall?
Is it having so little and yet having it all?
Is it one in a million?
Is it a chance to belong?
Is it standing right here singing this song?
Is it a veil or a cross?
Is it the poet’s gift?
Is it the face that has launched over thousands of ships?
Is it making you laugh?
Is it letting you cry?
Is it where we believe that we go when we die?
Is it how you were made?
Is it your mother’s ghost?
Is it the wish that I’m wishing for your life the most?
I say it’s love.