According to a legend recorded by Borgna Brunner in Valentine Day History, Claudius II had prohibited marriage for young men, claiming that bachelors made better soldiers. Valentine continued to secretly perform marriage ceremonies but was eventually apprehended by the Romans. Valentine, imprisoned by Claudius, fell in love with the daughter of his jailer. Before he was executed, he allegedly sent her a letter signed “from your Valentine.” He was martyred for refusing to renounce his religion. Now you know.
There is a song on my playlist that has a phrase I agree with, it says of the words I love you, “Those three words, said too much, and not enough“, I agree with that.
A young man tells a girl he loves her, his ardor has more to do with his sex drive than giving his life for her and ladies are not guiltless either, the word love is bandied around in order to receive favors from the man who really believes she means it!
Do I sound cynical? Being a person who has talked to people on both sides of that scenario, I have found it to be true. Am I altogether tainted? No, I grew up in a home where two people committed their lives to each other and it lasted 70 years until death parted them and I’m sure they are together again even now. Not long before he died I walked into their room and found mother sitting on my dad’s lap, her head on his chest crying, he was comforting her and speaking very gently, telling her how much he loved her. I backed out and they never saw me, I cried my own tears as I mentally took a picture of a scene I will never forget. They took their vows seriously and time made them prove the words “better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live”. That scene made me think of another song that says, “When I fall in love, it will be forever“, and that one is true for me.
1 Cor.13: 1-7 If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love. Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t strut, Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,” Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others, Doesn’t revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end. That scripture gives us the best description of what the word love really means.
There is one other scripture I can never read without my heart swelling within me bringing me to tears, Romans 8:35-39 Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death? (As the Scriptures say, “For your sake we are killed every day; we are being slaughtered like sheep.”) No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us. And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Now you know that you are loved! I hope you have had a wonderful love day!