When we think we can’t – we can.
So glad to have met Bill through his words and heart.
When we think we can’t – we can.
So glad to have met Bill through his words and heart.
“It is what it is.”
Said John as he teased another thread from the mess of threads.
“But it’s not fair!”
Said Bill as he flung the whole mess across the room.
“It is what it is.”
Said John as he quietly collected the bundle and teased another thread from it.
A lovely gentle reflective post which prompted that thought and this post.
Thank you Jnana.
The Gospels come to mind. This fella Jesus we love to read about, pore over, study every word, every inflection … This fella we love to teach and preach about … I wonder if his teachings can be summed as: “It is what it is.” This fella who needed only three letters … “I Am”.
Right now, there is much wailing and sorrow. But not from those grieving the death of a loved one – the noise is from those saying we are fed-up, we want to be free, we cannot handle being told to behave like an adult … Those who still think “me” rather than “we” … And who chant in every possible variant:
“It’s not fair!”
The Gospels come to mind. This fella Jesus again. Who plopped into a time and place when “fair” wasn’t part of any common currency. When might was right and death was cheap. When “it is what it is” was exactly how things were. Just the same as today – just the same as always: it is what it is. And yet he seemed to make the best of it. He walked in his safe place wherever he walked. He talked from his safe place with and to everyone. AND he avoided the obvious dangers of those who wished him harm – he journeyed away from danger in his safe place.
And all the while he lived the life he found – the life of it is what it is.
Right now we can all walk in our own safe place. A place we can choose to carry with us – to be us – to be at peace with all around. A place that avoids the obvious dangers not out of fear but out of love for ourselves and others.
A place that is of we rather than me.
And should that last another two years then it will still be what it is. And we can still choose to live in our safe place – or we can choose to call out how unfair this all is … How we should be free but are not – how we should be able to but are prevented from – how the government or the state should or shouldn’t – how we need a haircut – a restaurant dinner – our gym to keep fit – a coffee shop for our
poison addiction – a club in which to dance …
All that “stuff” we can’t live without.
The Gospels come to mind. That fella Jesus. He had nothing. Yet WE make him the perfect role model. The one who died for OUR sins. The one who is grace FREELY given. The one who meets US where WE are. The one who set US free for all eternity. The one without whom WE are all screwed (for all eternity).
Yet this fella Jesus had none of this “stuff” we shout about – he shunned all the “stuff” we cannot live without … All the “stuff” we want back – all the “stuff” we cry has been taken from us … All this noise about how it’s all so unfair!
Doesn’t that strike anyone else as odd?
For years I have been labelled (and self-labelled) an extrovert. It makes conversations over what we normally do (or don’t) far easier. When an introvert wants to stay put and I – an extrovert – doesn’t, then it’s not the introvert’s fault or mine that we disagree. It just “is”.
But having now “shielded” for three weeks (and with another nine to go), I wonder if these two labels are as simple as we have always thought.
I am finding life not that different “to before” … yet Mrs Paul, the introvert, needs to get out whilst I, the extrovert, having worked from home for a number of years (and still am) don’t. And in all the years of working from home no one told me that I needed MS Teams, Zoom, WhatsApp (and all the other video-call paraphernalia) to keep in touch. I was told to turn up at the office once-a-week. Which involved an unwelcome weekly commute to the office AND being told frequently to “stop singing” as I was irritating everyone (an unconscious habit I have picked-up working alone).
So the new “need” for all this video-calling and hi-tech “team huddles” (I now have no choice in “attending”) is an imposition. Like the universal and biblically-correct-teaching of sin and me …
That I sin – that I must sin – that I will always sin – that I am sinner and must be saved for my sin to be forgiven – and that if not I will be separated from God for all eternity. And all because I am sinner either saved or not.
Where is free-will in any of that – where is “love without condition” in any of that – where is this “God” we must worship in any of that?
We love the simplistic. The yes or no. The either/or. The black and white. The labels that make it easy for us to be who we are not by choice – but because “that’s who we are”.
On the one hand we claim free-will as our right – and on the other reject free-will because “that’s who we are”.
Like needing new “drive thru confessionals” … like needing new choreographed live-streamed services … like the (eternal) new need for the faithful to be together more than to be with the very God the faithful need to worship and confess to (in order to be forgiven for another week).
There is much I have questioned over the years.
Yet this Easter, unlike other Easters, I find myself wondering whether anyone else notices (or wants to notice) the many unasked but obvious questions. Like this unhealthy level of “need” across the global/local church we teach is of God.
A God the church teaches is a God of love without condition but which the church never manages to make a reality because “only God can love like that” – so the “no choice conditional love” is the church (not) taught “reality” most Christians then live.
I think I might have spotted the reason “why” this Easter.
The definition of “Love Without Condition” requires that “love” is without need and/or transaction (which is biblically correct).
Yet the reality across the global and local church this Easter is of massive “need” – a need to keep doing what “we” have always done with this transaction we call sin.
Anyone else find that a little odd?
I freaked out the other night. Didn’t dare go to sleep. Too scared to go to sleep. Yet sometime in the early hours I must have dropped-off.
I have seen a few blogs leading up to this-almost-Easter remark how the bible tells us that Jesus sweated drops of blood. I have no idea how you sweat drops of blood. Never have and hope I never will. Never wanted to emulate that element of God Soft Hands Jesus .
But I get the imagery. That he was freaked out. Scared. Terrified beyond scared.
In these times where death stalks silently … without regard for power or privilege – irrelevant to age or health – with and without apparent logic … I get the reality of facing death. A painful death. A death where saving my life might be judged less than saving another. A death where I will be alone of family and friends. Will be buried without fanfare or closure. May even become a statistic. Probably a painful blot more than “normal” on the lives of those I love.
This Easter we each face death no matter how complacent of our own immortality. A death unlike the story books. No concerned family around the bed. No quiet conversations of comfort. No tender looks and gentle touch. No dignity. Nothing of how we imagine our final breath and words to be. If you have read the accounts of death by Covid19 they are not a death I would wish on anyone.
The cross I was taught was fact.
Now I care not whether fact or fiction – real or imagery. This Easter I begin to understand a little better. Better than from the comfort of a polished pew in a heated sanctuary surrounded by like-minded (and healthy) congregants. Each of us with a shiny silver nail as a prompt to enter the rose-tinted sentiment-imagination of death by cross. A death that was also a “respiratory illness”. Of lungs that collapsed as breathing became something he used to do.
We are well into the annual debt-fest of Easter.
But this Easter I feel no noble sacrifice. I sense no honour or dignity. I have no gratitude or debt. This Easter I look up and see me and see you. All of us caught up in something we wish we were not. All part of a journey beyond our control. This Easter I see a man not God. This Easter I see friend not distant deity.
This Easter I care not if it’s a master-plan of foretold prophecy … no interest in debate of a PLAN A or PLAN B … no annual pining to feel even a little of what “our Lord” suffered “for me”. This year I wonder whether any of that really matters – whether so much of this “rose-tinted and sentimental” bible teaching really matters. This Easter I crave not the immortality of eternity in some imagined “heaven”. I pray not for the “second-coming” to save me from all of this. Right now I see no “sin-filled world” wallowing in its own depravity – about to get the come-uppance “they” deserve (and which I as a good Christian will escape).
This Easter I pray for one more day – lots of “one more” days – right here with those I love in this world that is precious and resilient – a world so beautiful and forgiving of our thoughtlessness. Right now I want to be with those I love rather than in separate homes. I want to hug the lady I love rather than have to keep half a house distant. I pine for the touch of skin on mine: a handshake – a hug – a cuddle – a rough-house … For the breath of a grandchild on my face – even the snot of a toddler to wipe clean – and oddly a nappy to change – I imagine not really caring if that mug of tea was mine or yours.
Sweating drops of blood.
Mine? Freaking out and not daring to go to sleep for a few hours. And yet …
Perhaps this Easter my connection is closer than ever. Perhaps this Easter I need no shiny nail – no like-minded congregants to surround me. Perhaps this Easter I “get” a little better what the bible invites me to get.
This world is beautiful. This world is home. This world is precious. This world has everything I desire.
This world is a world I wouldn’t choose to exit. This world – and this virus – cares not what I believe nor which religion I claim nor the future I teach nor those I label as good or bad.
This virus is teaching me – maybe all of us – just how much we are ALL connected whether we choose to or not. How we are ALL the same no matter how much we protest we are not. How Love really IS the greatest of these – and just how living in the moment of a touch or a breath or a glance CAN BE the eternity of “heaven” I never usually notice. This Easter I feel closer to my immediate AND global family than ever.
And isn’t THAT the real message of Easter?
Terry Waite, 1,763 days as a hostage in appalling conditions just told us all to stop complaining: “Change your mindset”, he said, “you’re not STUCK at home, you’re SAFE at home” #TerryWaite His advice? *Keep your own dignity – get out of your PJs! Form a structure for the day. Be grateful for what you have – shelter, home, possessions. Read and be creative.”
(facebook and – I guess – twitter)
Last night reminded me what normal is right now.
8.00pm ... I was hanging out of an upstairs window joining in the applause for all our carers. Listening as many in our street were on their doorsteps doing the same. Those in surrounding streets doing the same – the “sound” of respect, affection and gratitude rippling everywhere.
8.10pm … as I walked our dog, I crossed the road – streets silent again – because I could hear young children ahead playing near the pavement. I have no wish to come close to anyone who might (unknowingly) infect me with this globally-connecting virus.
8.40pm … reading on facebook of our niece 300 miles away is posting pictures of their newborn – a new life born unknowingly into all this topsy-turviness.
And now continuing my “shielding” and living a life with Mrs Paul six feet apart and in different rooms.
Typing these words is normal in a time that is anything but normal.
You’re not STUCK at home, you’re SAFE at home.
I don’t know about you, but I find kindness is thriving right now. And yes – I see the headline stories about the “me me me” peeps – the “fuck you” peeps – the peeps “taking” entitlement – bullies then as now.
But kindness …
I am allowed to be kind. I am allowed to be gentle. I am allowed to be the better me so much more than before … I am seen when I acknowledge another, when we move apart, when I thank another for moving apart … When I wait a few seconds when – before – we would both have squeezed-by without waiting at all … When I speak gently with a harassed call-centre peep after two hours in the phone-queue … When another asks if we need anything left at the door … When Mrs Paul asks if there anything she can get when she is out at the (two hour queue to get into every) shop(s).
Little things. Small kindnesses.
I am allowed to be kind right now unlike “normal living” when these small kindnesses go unnoticed (and undone) as we hurry hither and thither.
Be grateful for what you have.
I have no optimistic outlook that says when all this returns to “normal” we will want to carry this kindness forwards. I have a view that says we will each count up how much kindness we have “given” and instinctively calculate that we “deserve” a withdrawal of “books-balancing self-centredness”. That we will again live transactionally (which is what we call normal living) …
The church will again expect Sunday attendance and tithing. Work will expect more from each employee in return for being “looked after” right now. Banks will impose severe credit checks after current government “guidance” to be more financially forgiving. Mortgage lenders will recoup the losses of all the “holidays” us lenders are being given. The government will begin to balance the books with more (decades?) of austerity (again).
Change your mindset.
Isn’t that what “being saved” really is?
Less about being rewarded for sacrificing “so much” – more about how I live right now? Isn’t that the reality we never teach? That the bible is not about the future – but about right now this second. About “changing you mindset” right now and in every moment of living.
And isn’t that a universal across national-boundaries-and-social-rules – across cultural-divides-and-language-confusion – across financial-worth-and-“stuff”-wealth? Isn’t that where kindness lives and love thrives? In a mindset NOT of transaction – but a mindset of this moment. A mindset we are seeing more and more of right now. Of courage in kindness and strength in gentleness.
Be grateful for what you have.
The more I live the less complicated life becomes. The simpler the bible becomes. The less rigid and institutional “love” becomes. This moment is a gentle place, a kind place, a loving place. Where time and stuff is of no consequence (nor religion nor being right).
I got saved and then found I wasn’t.
Not until I changed my mindset. And that’s why I no longer call myself a Christian. I don’t think the bible teaches us to be good “Christians”. I think the bible invites us to change our mindset. It is what we are seeing everywhere right now. Living in the moment.
I call that Love without Condition.
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This weekend will be the first weekend of enforced (or voluntary) isolation. For many still working (remotely, on-site, or any other way) these two days are when we “do stuff”. Stuff usually outside the home – stuff together – the stuff of getting-together and being together.
This week has been frantic! A week of work trying to find assistance for the temp-team we pay week after week after week. Who were told there is no more work as London offices shut their doors (literally). A bunch of wonderful (and skilled) human beings whose contracts are for “services provided” rather than for “employment”. And so are left without any financial aid.
As they have watched those who ARE employed OR self-employed being helped.
These are real people we “employ” in all but contract. Whose tax we sort out, whose sickness we sort out, whose work problems we sort out, whose names we know, and whose lives we are part of. People who look to us to “fix this” for them as we fix things every week. People we know as colleagues, friends, and superstars. People we have seen grow in their “temp career”. And yet all we could do was work feverishly behind the scenes trying to bring their plight to the notice of those who can offer aid.
We were not alone in that.
Temp workers (with contracts “for services provided”) number many thousands. Yet “our temps” are not numbers. Every “temp” is a person who knows us as we know them. What a privilege that is! What a compliment to be more than a source of income. What an honour to be part of their lives in a personal relationship. And – in times like this – what a responsibility to provide more than “our doors are now closed”.
>>> On Thursday we called every client to find out how they were coping. I came away humbled.
Every organisation has done we have done: dispersed its staff to their own homes with the equipment and connectivity to carry-on. Almost every organisation is “business as usual” – just without any confidence things will stay this way. Expecting and receiving the trust that – even though now “out of sight” – each person continues to bring the same commitment – that people were expected to do the right thing and are.
None of that has made the news. Just as no organisation has bitched at the cost of money, time and energy to make THIS happen. And THAT is unprecedented – that is GOOD NEWS – that should be recognised because that is ALSO each of us helping each other.
These five days have seemed a month. But yesterday we were told our temps would be supported the same as the employed and self-employed. So the next five will be as frantic making that happen for these real people.
THIS is not about making a profit (although it soon will be). This is about helping each other survive and perhaps even thrive (in “non-balance-sheet” ways).
This week I have walked our dog to the applause of strangers on their doorsteps acknowledging the human beings of our National Health Service. I have witnessed queues an hour-long of “socially distanced” human beings waiting patiently for their turn (and beginning to find shops fully stocked again). I have seen billions (of every currency) committed to supporting almost every sector of society. I have walked under skies free of the usual vapour trails down streets quietened of their usual traffic through parks where we each say hello (as we keep our distance).
And I read of death coming ever closer to our front door.
I wonder if this is a time for faith rather than a time for love.
Because I see love in every sector of society … “#clapforcarers” spread from Europe just as this pandemic spreads … recognition that THIS is about all of us is spreading FASTER than any pandemic … Love is being displayed in so many ways! So if I have faith and you different or none …
Does THAT really matter?
I look out and see so much kindness being ALLOWED!
By street and community … by country and continent … by this culture and that …
Kindness is being allowed … LOVE is being allowed!
And, whilst I have nothing against “faith” (and live-streamed services and fellowship), isn’t THIS bigger than THAT? Isn’t THIS when “the greatest of these” CAN be unleashed AS the greatest of these (just without the usual small-print)?
Some see the end-times. Some see gathering in church to be immune. Some believe immunity because of faith.
I see Love.
I see Jesus seeing Love as I see Love everywhere right now. I see the bible as inviting each of us to pick up Love in preference for our comfort-blanket of faith. I see this not as the end-times but as a time where Love is Allowed.
Death will always be us. And I am taking all the precautions I can to be of Life.
Life that sees video calls allowing a new silence. Where filling the silence is irrelevant. Where hide-and-seek with a wee one can be played by pointing the lens at a wall before “suddenly” appearing with a “BOOH!” Where “being” is becoming fashionable again. Where “virtual-being” is becoming the same as “face-to-face being” … gentle and unhurried.
I am learning how to be the me I want to be even in these new and changing times.
And that is a precious gift!
“My time is not yet here, but the time is always right for you.” John 7:6 “The school of Christ is the school of love. In the last day, when the general examination takes place…Love will be the whole syllabus.” -St. Robert Bellarmine My husband always tells me to stop worrying about God’s plan. We […]
I can think of a handful of people who changed me. Outside of immediate family that is. People I met. People I hadn’t known before or knew after. Who came into me life and left leaving me changed. Family I think of – in this context – as the soil, the air, the sun and rain. But those who enter and leave again – they are sowers of seed.
Jesus is a sower of seed. The bible is a seed. Church and church life, all the fellowship, community, programmes and “service” are the environment.
Those people who changed me didn’t know they had or did. Sowers of seed don’t start with that expectation. They live with hope. Hope that something good might come of what they sow. Hope that some might allow that seed. Allow a personal fermentation and sprouting. Because a seed can live for years in a sterile environment. An environment that keeps a seed a “seed”. Never taking root, never dying as a seed to become something greater.
Sowers of seed cannot dictate the environment that seed finds.
I think that is where we struggle with church life and “religion”. We confuse seeds with environment. We think we can grow crops, we think we can modify seeds to produce greater fruit, we think we can count the seeds we offered as plants that we grew. But no one has ever “grown” a seed in me. I do that. I am the environment in which a seed lands. I am a sterile environment or not. And sometimes seeds can rest within me for years untouched and unnoticed. Until I am the right place and time for that one small and tiny seed.
For me the bible is a seed. And when I try and live in that “seed” I confine both myself and the seed. When I live for the bible and of the bible I don’t become the great big tree in which others live – I become tiny like the seed itself. Scared of change. Scared of becoming something bigger than I think I could or should. Scared of being something that looks different, that smells different, that thinks differently – that is different from the seed. That must be different if the seed is to be anything other than a “seed”.
I see that same confusion with the coronavirus. We are scared of change. Scared of the unknown. Even when the unknown is not that different to the known: that those who live with less health and greater age live a more precarious life (despite medical science and miracles). But our usual repressed fear sprouts in such times. We are scared we might be without. Scared we might not have all the comforts we regard as essentials. We remain seeds scared of what might “get us” – scared of all that is outside our comfort zones. So we withdraw (prep and panic buy) and isolate ourselves (literally in some cases). We pull-in and focus on “me me me” even more than usual.
That has comparisons with the church life and religion I have known all my life. Because against all the taught “advice” of a lifetime … the more I don’t read the bible – the more I know the bible. Just as the more I don’t read all the panic news about coronavirus – the more I know the virus (and I am one with “underlying issues” and “age category” against me).
Just as against all the taught advice of a cultural-Christian lifetime, the more I don’t go to church the freer I am.
Free of the constrictions of guilt. The guilt of am I doing enough – am I a good Christian … ? Free of the constriction of faith – a constriction of believing the same as others … do I fit-in (so that I can make a difference) … ? Free of the need for compromise between family-who-won’t/don’t and church-life-that-does/must … How much do I give and to whom and how and when … ? Free of a diary always being double-booked and massaged … Free to allow “seeds” to grow as big (and as weirdly) as they allow.
As I allow.
I read that @ 30% of farm produce never makes it off the farm and into our shops. Wrong shape, wrong, size, wrong “something” … all because it won’t look the same as “proper shaped and correct size” stuff (we do see on the shelves).
I find that horrifying.
That we talk about saving the planet and climate change and plastic … yet 30% of the very fuel of life we keep out of sight and discard. And yet that 30% comes from the same seeds as the “proper and correct” ones.
The seeds I have allowed make me who I am.
I have no idea if I am of the 30% (wrong) of 70% (correct and proper). But why is that even relevant? I am who I am. And more and more I find the moment to be seeded with all I need.
For that is where Love lives and growth happens.
If I allow.
The closer you get to Jesus, the more everything else seems so unimportant.
To truly love Christ is not only to desire to be more like him, but to honor him in duty and character. My God is HOLY ♥
Yes, God is LOVE, and that is so integral to understand, but HIS Holiness is of equal if not more importance. HOLINESS looks like something, HOLINESS acts HOLY, HOLINESS loves with a HEAVENLY love, HOLINESS lives a life that honors GOD, and furthermore HOLINESS does not turn on and off, it is there in the dark and in the light, it is there at home, on the street, and church, and on social media, or Snapchat. HOLINESS honors their elders, and treats the house of God with reverence. HOLINESS holds onto the things that are important to GOD.
It is not an exploitation, a ticket to popularity, or self-exaltation. HOLINESS is always HUMBLING.
My brothers and my sisters, it is that HOLINESS that sets us apart. When we seek the face of God there should always be a pulling to separate ourselves from the things that don’t look like him! The more I know him, the more I love him, that much MORE am I aware of my unholiness, Lord let us be more like you!
A friend recently ran across this in a Facebook post from a neighborhood church, sent it on to me, and asked what I thought of it. She said there was something about it that didn’t sit right with her, although she didn’t disagree with anything specific in the words.
I could not agree more with all of this. Even a brief look at Isaiah 6 fills the soul with this tremendous sense of reverence at the intimate unmediated presence of the HOLY.
Jesus preached constantly of the HOLY. Of the immediate presence of the Kingdom of God, the Kingdom of Heaven. Lots of the people around Him thought they understood what HOLY meant. Obviously… HOLY means wearing the proper godly clothes, carrying oneself in the proper righteous manner, associating only with those religiously and morally acceptable, vilifying those who were unclean, irreverent, unholy, or sinful, and certainly behaving properly in/at the Temple… respectful of her customs and leadership.
Here Jesus came… not only talking… but WALKING a lifestyle that appeared (to those who were the most expert in godly holiness) entirely UNholy… associating with fallen women, embracing sin riddled lepers, freeing demoniacs from their bondage, healing or telling others to carry forbidden things on the Sabbath, even discussing sacred things with pagans and women, defending the morally irredeemable like fornicators and adultresses.
And yet… scripture makes clear… HOLINESS does, indeed, have an appearance. The Father is utterly HOLY. But only ONE knows what that looks like… “Everyone who has heard and learned from the Father, comes to Me. Not that anyone has seen the Father, except the One who is from God; He has seen the Father.” [John 6:45b-46] Jesus, in fact, NEVER ONCE uses the word “Holy” as a descriptor of the Father. This word HOLY, (ἅγιος, -ία, -ιον), appears only 40 times in the Gospels, Twice referring to the City of Jerusalem, once describing what is not to be given to dogs, once describing a location for the Abomination of Desolation, once uttered by a demon addressing Jesus, once describing John the Baptist in the knowledge of Herod, twice describing angels, once as an angel describes Jesus, once describing the prophets of old, once describing the covenant of the law, once declaring the firstborn male of all species to be holy, and once referring to God in Luke’s rendition of the Lord’s Prayer. Matthew’s rendition uses the word “hallowed” (ἁγιάζω), more often translated “sanctified” or “rendered holy”. Every other Gospel referent to the word “Holy”, primarily spoken by Jesus, is as part of the phrase we translate “Holy Spirit”, (hagios pneuma – ἅγιος πνεῦμα).
So what? Why take so much time to look carefully at what Jesus, the Gospels, and the Bible have to say about Holy and God? Simply that humanity has a tendency to think we know better than God. That God can say something simple, like Jesus’ and John’s revelations that God IS LOVE, and that we will be known as Christians not by our apparent self-righteousness or image of holiness, but by our love for one another. [CF 1 John 3:10-5:3; John 13:34-35] Frail and foolish humanity, all too often deceived by the “appearance” and “status-driven” appetites of power, politics, economics, and social esteem, tend to look upon the “appearance” of the self-righteous and holy-sounding, without seeing the heart as God sees people.
Jesus was both grieved and sickened by such hypocrisy. One day, the religious leaders (whose job they felt it was to defend the Holy at all costs), pointed out the sinful way Jesus and his disciples were eating, having neglected to wash properly, thus disrespecting what they called the “tradition of the elders”. Jesus names them outright, “hypocrites”, quoting Isaiah’s excoriation of them and stating, “Neglecting the commandment of God, you hold to the tradition of men… You are experts at setting aside the commandment of God in order to keep your tradition. For Moses said, ‘Honor your father and your mother’;, and, ‘He who speaks evil of father or mother, is to be put to death’; but you say, ‘If a man says to his father or his mother, whatever I have that would help you is Corban (that is to say, given to God); you no longer permit him to do anything for his father and mother; thus invalidating the word of God by your tradition which you have handed down; and you do many such things as that.” [Mark 7:6-13]
Those consumed with religiosity and theology, tend to succumb to the arrogance that they can “define” such words as “righteousness” or “holiness” as things in themselves… free standing concepts apart from the character and nature of God Himself. The problem is, such concepts have true meaning only WITHIN the character and nature of God Himself.
Both Jesus and John assure us that LOVE is not simply a “characteristic”, or an “accidental or subsequent descriptor” of God. Love is not just “one among many features” of God. Love is an essential NAME of God. And SO is HOLY, by the way. And so is RIGHTEOUSNESS. None of these words, these concepts, these names, have meaning or can reflect Truth, without being grounded in one another.
That is… without Love, there is no Holiness. Holiness is one expression of Perfect Love. And Love is one expression of Perfect Holiness. Righteousness is an expression of Love, and Love always expresses itself Righteously… never by corruption or exploitation or cruelty.
I agree wholeheartedly with the initial thesis of this post… but it seems incumbent upon any careful scriptural scholar to hasten to point out that just as God is Himself Indivisible, so too is His Nature and are His Names.
Fortunately, for those of us who diligently seek to know, love, and see the face of God…
Philip shared that passion. “Philip said to Him, “Lord, show us the Father, and it is enough for us.” Jesus said to him, “Have I been so long with you, and yet you have not come to know Me, Philip? He who has seen Me has seen the Father; how can you say, ‘Show us the Father’? Do you not believe that I am in the Father, and the Father is in Me? The words that I say to you I do not speak on My own initiative, but the Father abiding in Me does His works. Believe Me that I am in the Father and the Father is in Me; otherwise believe because of the works themselves. Truly, truly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do, he will do also; and greater works than these he will do; because I go to the Father. Whatever you ask in My name, that will I do, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If you ask Me anything in My name, I will do it.
“If you love Me, you will keep My commandments.” [John 14:8-15]
An Ultimate Definition of HOLINESS Perhaps?
Holiness is patient, Holiness is kind and is not jealous; Holiness does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Holiness never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part; but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away. [CF I Cor 13:4-10]