November 16, 2024

Look at love. It’s pure faith. You can’t prove it in a lab, but it’s the most real thing in your life. And here’s the key, you know it’s faith, you know you can’t prove it, and that doesn’t make it feel any less real, does it?

Watch what love’s faith does to changing your child’s dirty diaper. Same physical reality… you’re cleaning human waste. But through love’s alchemy, everything transforms. What one calls burden, another calls purpose.

Now strip away that faith. Look at love through pure materialism, just chemicals, just evolved instincts, just neurons firing. Your child’s laugh? Just biological responses. Your spouse’s touch? Just evolutionary programming.

Unsettling, right? Yet that’s how many of us view every other moment, just atoms moving, just accidents, just meaningless physics playing out. Barely human at all.

You already accept faith’s transformative power in love. You know how it makes you more fully human, how it makes a parent move mountains, cross oceans, give their life without hesitation.

But here’s a question worth contemplating: Why do we compartmentalize this transformative power? What might it mean to bring that same alchemy of faith, the one that turns a dirty diaper into a moment of purpose, the force that makes us willing to die for those we love into other realms of existence?

You already know faith’s power. You live it every day through love. What corners of your life might be transformed if you let that same faith touch them? What meaning might emerge if you looked at the world through the lens that makes love so profound?

Perhaps the real question isn’t about whether to believe, but rather: Why be fully human only in love when that door stands open everywhere?