Love and flowers splitting rocks.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (1 Corinthians 13:4-7 ESV)

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This is a flower in a rock. I saw it at Donner Pass last week on my way back from Utah. And it struck me as something particularly beautiful. I am sorry my iPod camera is so poor.

In time, such flowers can break such lifeless, uninhabitable stones, creating fertile soil after many generations of compiling compost. A barren rock, like the moon or Mars, can become a garden through the persistent indwelling of the life of God that is in his light.

This is who I’m supposed to be. But I’m not. I’m more like a rock than a living flower, although I am slowly being broken and replaced with life. I am becoming a living stone.

But love as we are told of in the scripture, this is how Jesus loved. He was able to do this on earth, as he did always and will continue always. He is the creator, lover, sustainer, and redeemer of all that has been made. Our God appeared to us as one of us, in our lowly mortal form – yet only for a short time. And he loved us into death, even death on a cross. Greater love has no man than this.

It is my calling. It is your calling. We can be healed, we can be healers. We can love also, because he gives us His Spirit from On High to give us this new life, new mind, new desires, new and right spirit within us. I believe it. We can change. And through His Word dwelling in us, we can be agents of change. We have the power to choose the more excellent way, the way of Love.

It is better for these few words to enter us and transform us, than to be full of all the knowledge in heaven and earth.

My God, my Savior, I do not love you like you love me. I do not love my neighbor as you love them. In your mercy, fill me with your spirit freshly, open my heart and mind to see what you see, feel what you feel. Break stony hearts, plant living seed. What value has all my striving and study unless you fill me with your light, your love, that I might shine in every dark corner that hides from your goodness. Here I am, send me. Reveal your light to people who are lost in their darkness, who grope for a way, finding none, full of bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor.

Shall your children be known by how they love one another? Gather your children, Father, give us the life of your spirit, let all we do be done in love!

This is not a completely cohesive post because I went back and added thoughts without really rewriting other portions. Nevertheless, God’s love creates life, and his love has been shown to us in Jesus, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. And we can live this kind of love in the world, and bring somehow the power of God to break mountains and plant gardens in deserts.