If God is Love

If God is love, why do we use Him to justify hate?

Do we believe that God will love a person less because of his or her sin?
If so, are we ever able to regain His love or is it gone forever?
If He loves us despite our sins, why do we believe some sins are more lovable than others?
If we disappoint Him, will He forgive us?
Does He only forgive certain people?
If He forgives all, why can’t we emulate that?
Who decides on the line between what is forgivable or not?
Is it God or is it man?
What happens if we choose to love the person but hate the sin?
Is that stance more God-like?
If it is, why is there so much hatred for people?
 
Are we really trying to be like God? Like, for real, for real?
 
Or do we only want to be like Him in matters that fit within our worldly boxes and limited thinking?
 
How do we pick and choose who we’ll accept and love unconditionally?
 
If God were to come to your house tonight for dinner, what would He say about your rationale for the choices you make?
Will He still love you?
 
Will He see Himself in you?
 
Or would you be a stranger to Him?
 
Will He love you less if you are a stranger?
 
Or will He bestow to you the same level of love He bestows to all?
 
Is loving people really that hard if we are following a God-laid plan?
 
How would you feel if a loved one told you, “I only love parts of you?”
 
How would you feel if the way you loved others was the way God, in turned, loved you?
 
Would you still love the same?
 
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Waiting for Love

I love…….

your fear of God, because it’s the foundation,

your intellect, because ensures longevity of conversation,

your drive, because it makes me want more,

your smile, because it illuminates my life,

your sense of family, because we are now one,

your aggressiveness, because it exudes your confidence,

your hug, because it shows your vulnerability,

your swagger, because it’s so sexy,

your ambition, because it elevates us to higher heights,

your voice, because it’s soothing,

your smell, because it affirms your love of self,

your involvement in the community, because it accentuates your selflessness,

your strong back, because it keeps me satisfied,

your laugh, because it’s the music composed specifically for my ears,

your reassurance, because it compliments your love for me,

your tears, because they express your security of self,

your manhood, because it fits perfectly,

your honesty, even when the truth is hard for me to swallow,

your flexibility in adapting to life’s changes,

your kiss on my neck after a long day at work.

I love…….

the way you look at me when I’m acting silly,

the way you finish my sentences,

the way your eyebrow wrinkles when thinking,

the way you touch the small of my back,

the way we can communicate without talking,

the way you can read my mind and discern my needs,

the way you know when to shut up,

the way you give me my space,

the way you let me be me.

I can’t wait…….

for the day we meet.

I Dream of Booty Calls

I close my eyes.

I see his smile, hear his laugh, feel his warm embrace as our moist bodies, permeating with perspiration from the knock out bout, are so close our rhythm is one beat in our unique love song.

Only to awake the morning after to the reality that the love we shared wasn’t love and was shared….a song everyone knew and loved.

I stand in the shower erasing the filth of yesterday’s promises, today’s guilt, tomorrow’s uncertainty and I run out of soap.

I pack my bag and leave before he ever awakes.

Only to then

open my eyes

and realize it was all a dream…