I BELIEVE IN COMMUNITY — SOME DAYS, MORE THAN OTHERS. I BELIEVE THAT YOU SHOULD FIND PEOPLE THAT WILL LOVE YOU AND ENCOURAGE YOU AND ALWAYS POINT YOU BACK TO THE CROSS.
But I’ve learned that people aren’t perfect. Community — no matter how much they love the Lord — will fail you every once and awhile. They’ll forget to celebrate with you, or they won’t support you like you think they should.
THEY ARE HUMAN.
A less than perfect sort of love is inevitable while we are here on earth. That is the simple truth. One of my truest, most fierce friends once told me something along the lines of, “We can love and encourage each other all day long, but ultimately Jesus has to be fulfilling us.”
We can absolutely love and serve our friends and communities. After all, that is one of the greatest commandments — to love others. But we cannot be everything for everyone. That’s Jesus. That is his job.
With imperfect communities and flawed people, heartbreak and bitterness are imminent. But we can wake up every morning and choose to love those people still. We can persevere through friendships knowing that a day will come when we will stand before God, praising him for all of eternity. A day will come when we won’t have to worry about crying ourselves to sleep or failing our friends. Our hearts will finally be whole.
AS MARCUS MUMFORD SO ELOQUENTLY SINGS:
“THERE WILL COME A TIME, YOU’LL SEE, WITH NO MORE TEARS. AND LOVE WILL NOT BREAK YOUR HEART, BUT DISMISS YOUR FEARS. GET OVER YOUR HILL AND SEE WHAT YOU FIND THERE, WITH GRACE IN YOUR HEART AND FLOWERS IN YOUR HAIR.”
Through the scribbled song lyrics and perfectly distinguished rhythm, I want to believe this song is about hope. Hope in something greater and bigger. Hope in love without fear. Hope in Jesus.
Love is a big word. It’s a word that as humans we can’t fully comprehend. I believe we are offered glimpses of love on earth through puppies, and first dates, and a mother’s embrace, and a father’s advice. Through people that give us butterflies, and music that makes us want to dance. We get just enough to keep us longing for more. Longing for something greater than ourselves.
Because, let’s face it. We witness and hold on to a human kind of love. A somewhat selfless, somewhat serving, somewhat life-giving, a somewhat complete kind of love. But “there will come a time, you’ll see with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.”
We have an insatiable desire for something not of this world. We have a desire for a complete and meaningful life. A desire to fill the hole in our hearts that isn’t meant for anything, or anyone, but God.
SO I HOLD ON TO HOPE THAT THE BEST IS YET TO COME.
Through hard days and restless nights, I hold on to the truth that one day we will love without fear, and dance without limit. “For when the King returns, it will be as though our pain was but a dream, and our hope is the only reality we know.” (Todd B. Laberge)