Undeniable. Indescribable.

God is love.

It was the center of Sunday's Mass and homily message. We talked about it at Saturday evening's youth group. And I've been thinking about it a lot too.

A lot-alot.

Because, well ... God. Is. Love.

He makes us in His image; His life, mixed with ours, courses through our veins. And I believe this love seeks to generate ever more of the same by reaching out through each of us to the world beyond our fingertips.

We all know love is the best part of life, when it's working. And when it's not we know how it leads to us feeling limp, drab & disconnected; alive and dead at the same time.

I call this, going through the motions (GTTM). Like the "Cloverfield" gand did before the monster came.

GTTM. The place of far gone self, remade in self-love, that is redeemable only if we can somehow get to Beth before the building falls (see the movie.)

Well and good, I suppose. But how much easier to just love in the first place. That's where the real heroes are. Present to love. Everywhere.

-- m1230