A while back I was surfing the night web when in the darkness I chanced upon a blog with these godly words:
“Non-Christians can eros and philos, but only a Christian has the power of Christ within them to accomplish this godly Agape love.”
Naturally, I was amused by the author’s arrogant but petty propagandizing. For would it destroy the pleasure she takes in being Christian if she thought everyone — even us heathens — could agape? Would she mope? Perhaps life would seem meaningless to her without the snide assurance she loves better than anyone else?
So love’s a trophy now that you bring home to hang above the mantle, eh?
Well, I do not think we accomplish love. It seems to me the times I’ve loved most truly, love has come upon me unexpected, without effort on my part, like a sudden breeze. I don’t recall having done anything to deserve it, nor anything to accomplish it. It just happens.
Yet, if love does just happen, then what sense is there in imagining ourselves any more accomplished than others because we love? Taking pride in loving is like taking pride in winning the lottery: It’s a foolish response. A more appropriate response is to feel grateful.