Love is one of those words that loses meaning far too quickly. We love wives and we love video games. To top it off, it sounds like a weak word. What’s the opposite of a badass? …A really loving person?

We don’t give power to love in our cultural consciousness as we should. We give power to money, things, ideas, people, memories, cultures – but love is not on the list. Even Christians, who profess a loving God, push for aligning power-structures and power-words with their faith (reason, prosperity, safety, fear) rather than champion love.

Love is a God who humbles himself to the level of his creation.
Love is a God who places himself in a marginalized group.
Love is a God who proclaims his own entrance into the world by including the excluded.
Love is a God who dies for those who hate him.
Love is a God who died for you.
Love is a God who gives us hope for peace and joy.
Love is a God seeking to bring everyone and everything home at all costs.

This is why Christmas is about Love.

WK

I know this because he brought me her:

The man said,
“This is now bone of my bones
and flesh of my flesh!”

- Adam’s first words seeing Eve

WK

For the long-time readers of the blog, they may remember that for a time, I wrote a weekly column I called The Life of the Single Christian Male.  It was centered around being a young man who was discovering the joys (and hardships) of being ok with being single.  

Well, that ended a year ago last October(ish). I met a girl who was completely unlike me: mischievous, sly, super goal-oriented, and well-planned.  And hot.  Way hot.  I fell in love. Now we’re getting married.

We’ve been talking a lot about the future (as we should), mostly career/vocation-wise (though twins runs a fair bit in both family streams it seems – yikes), and I’m pretty sure we’ve decided on the ‘taking turns’ style of life-sharing. In the coming two years, we finish our (her) schooling.  After that, we’re going to do something cool, like work in an orphanage in Africa, if possible. Then, most likely, I’ll do a Master’s and get to work in a school somewhere so Christine can do what she wants, which at that point may be kids.  Not sure yet. Luckily, we’re pretty fluid.

From time to time, I’ll be referring to the Lady Friend/Wife/Girl/Her Royal Hotness in reflective posts about life, and I’m debating maybe even starting the Life of the Married Christian Male, if she lets me talk about that kind of stuff.  Point is, I felt that I should introduce this part of my life to the readers who don’t me personally.

This is Christine, and I love her.

WK