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Cold Love

Sounds strange—doesn't it? Cold love...

When I think of love. I don't think cold. I think warm—sometimes hot. A bright-eyed smile. A snug embrace. Even a friendly wave.

Not a cold, sweaty-palm handshake. Not a scowl. Not a judgmental glare.

But the truth is we live in a world that seems to be growing colder and distant—disconnected.

Even detached. Our invented realities ignore the ugly truths around us.

Loneliness. Emptiness. Hopelessness.

We feel the daily responsibility of living for ourselves. Our bills. Our jobs. Our homes. And we work hard for it. Our efforts. Our labor. Our years of putting in our time, paying our dues, going to school, going to church, saying our prayers, doing our—whatever it is.

Trying to find beauty in our lives. Trying to ignore the decay around us.

What about the decay inside us?

Jesus warned his disciples to keep their love alive. He said, "Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold, but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved."

When we look at everything that is going wrong—when we focus on the dying world, the rot and decay, we lose hope, we lose focus, we become empty—bitter.

Love grows cold.

What do we do? How do we solve the problem?

It's like asking, "How do we raise ourselves from the dead?" We are not the source of love any more than we are the source of life. Water doesn't spring from our souls. We have to go to the source. The Spirit of God, the Breath of Life hovers over the waters of our void and creates new worlds within us—new life—new dreams. When we fix our eyes on the Source—the Author, He breathes life into our rigid, pallid souls. He renews the love that died and became stiff and cold. He raises us to new life—new love.

"If You can raise Lazarus up from the dead, surely You can raise up these cynical graves in my head."

Feel His love as you listen to Jessie Early's song, "Holy Ghost."

Let her words touch your heart—let them warm your love.

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