Praise be to the Lord, for he showed me the wonders of his love when I was in a city under siege. In my alarm I said, “I am cut off from your sight!” Yet you heard my cry for mercy when I called to you for help. (Psalm 31:21-22)
But the king replied to
Araunah, “No, I insist on paying you for it. I will not sacrifice to the Lord my
God burnt offerings that cost me nothing.” So David bought the
threshing floor and the oxen and paid fifty shekels of silver for them.
(II Samuel 24:24)
Strange question time. When
do you most notice others showing or giving you love? Is it on the days when everything
goes well, there are no fires to put out, no one screaming at you, and no one
cutting you off in traffic? Or is it when you’ve had a day you wouldn’t wish on
an enemy, and people have lined up to get on your last nerve? Why are we fond of
stories in which – at significant risk – the hero/heroine swoops in to demonstrate
his/her love in some dramatic way? Why are our favorite stories not those in
which the lover makes two PBJ sandwiches and discusses the day the beloved
spent running a cash register at a grocery store?
I suspect part of the
answer can be found in what David said to Araunah. We recognize love most when we
understand how much that love costs the lover or when we understand how
desperately we need it. We don’t notice love when we only need $.15 worth, but
when we need $15,000 worth, we notice. And we notice when we get it. And we
need to be reminded of that when our universe shrinks to the size and
shape of our source of pain, fear, or anger.
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