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GOD IS LOVE

"All the hopes that sweetly start
From the fountain of the heart,
All the bliss that ever comes
To our earthly human homes,
All the voices from above
Sweetly whisper: God is love."
-Thomas R. Taylor


There's this phrase that has exploded in the world over the past couple years, and it drives me crazy. It's this:
Love is love.

No.

Actually, God is love.

And today, in simple words, I just want to express that I know that God's ways are not our ways, God's thoughts are not our thoughts.
God loves each of his children perfectly. He's also given us standards for how to love in our friendships, family relationships, and how to love total strangers!
When we do what He asks, when we follow his commandments as best as we humanly can, we are filled with PURE, UNDEFILED, PERFECT LOVE.
And by the way, the pure love of Jesus Christ, His perfect charity for all mankind, can be found in us if we simply ask Him to put it there (and do our best to act on it)!

Satan, you're a jerk. Stop trying to sell me and my brothers and sisters some sort of cheap phony by using that awful phrase. I'm sick of you trying to twist and bend truth and fill the hearts of humans with lust while masquerading it as "love." I'm sick of you promising a happy ever after and instead delivering broken hearts and broken families. I despise you.

But I love God.
I love His plan. I testify of His proclamation on the family and I defend it with my soul.
I testify that every person is deserving and worthy of Godly love.
And finally, We each have a moral duty to love as God does.
God is love.







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