So what do we think of love? A lot of what we think of love comes from movies and stories. Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who was locked away in the highest room of the tallest tower in a dragon guarded castle awaiting the arrival of her true love, a handsome prince who would slay the dragon and whisk her off to happily ever after.
They always start like that, don’t they? It never seems to begin with once upon a time there was a plain girl, quite ordinary and unremarkable, who looked into the mirror one morning at the bruises on her arms and decided that she could no longer endure the abuse she experienced in her family, and turned to her closet to pack a bag so she could leave the only home she’d ever known to live on the street in order to survive.
Or, once upon a time there was an overweight middle aged man sitting in his office, so filled with regret from his unfulfilled life, broken marriage and the deep, gnawing emptiness in his soul that he was once again, as he did every day, drowning out these thoughts and feelings with massive amounts of alcohol.
Or, once upon a time there was a man with scars and marks from his fearsome and violent life, lying in his prison cell with a future as blank and hopeless as the filthy ceiling at which he stared and who knew with all of his heart that there was no one to blame for where he was but himself.
Or even, once upon a time there was a slightly confused elderly lady who wasn’t sure of a lot of things these days, but lovingly recalled her memories of a life once filled with people, all long since gone, who sat alone in her living room wishing with all her might that someone would come by and talk to her.
And yet all of God’s love stories begin that way.