Reflective Essay On God Or Love

God or Love

God and love are two words that I find intriguing since their definitions vary depending on who is defining it and their experience. The meaning of these words had raised my curiosity. The faithful beliefs that God and Love exists, the skeptical say those are just myths while others spend their life looking for them in the wrong places. I was baptized as a catholic when I was five, but no one ever asked me if that was something I wanted for myself. I went to church on Sundays mornings; I never understood any of the words the father was saying under his breath. It was a mumble I heard from far away. I looked around, and I realized I was not the only one trying not to fall asleep. When I reach the age for my first communion I had

One day when I was waiting for my stop, a homeless man came inside the bus; he had an old white shirt that looked maroon, a pair of old blue jeans shredded in the knees. His charcoal gray bear was oily and unkempt as if he had never experienced the pleasure of a shower. He spoke, God is love. No one seems to care but his captivating eyes show me he had a soul. He was not an empty vessel like most seem to be inside this bus. He looked like a lunatic but somehow those three simple words were able to penetrate the stone I had in the place of a heart. I never questioned the existences of love but the one of the God. The vagabond said that God was love. Does that make God also an intense feeling? Humans tend to search for love and God separated and once someone thinks they had found one of them they brag about it. I met a girl who always seems to have a new boyfriend every week. Every time she claimed she had found the one. She was a magician, one week her Facebook page was full of pictures with Robert and the next one with new memories of Jorge. She was what people called a tramp. I could see that behind her playful ways she felt empty. She was searching for something she did not know what it was. Yet she thought that was love. The same happens when you marry without falling in love with the roots of that person. The frustration of not being able to understand what is missing in their life makes them become slaves of

She was one of those irritating women who were all about God and Jesus. She gave me a bible and sub jested me to read first of Corinthians cap thirteen, verses four to seven. It says; 4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts always hopes, always perseveres. Since God is love then He is all of these things. I found peculiar that even in this text, there was the use of evil, envy and self-seeking to explain love. There is a possibility that you need science and soul to understand the bible, evil to understand Goodness, and God to understand love. After all, we are made of body and soul. It may be impossible to understand one without the other. I had asked to see God’s face in prayers. I had asked for signs of his glorified existences, and maybe he had given them to me, but. I had been too blind to see them. As for now I like to think that God is in every act of love each of us performed; in nature, in the reflection of the mirror, in the smallest to the biggest object in the universe, and in the eyes of those who are able to