Maybe the goal is to have a pure heart but the catch is that we’ll never get there.
One big error of our time is that we think our ‘love’ is so pure we cannot just give it away like it was candy.
Indulge me for a while here. Let’s say, for illustration purposes, love was something quantifiable. Say each person has this one unit (1) of love which will never be taken away by anyone or anything. It’s something we were born with and will die with. This love is impure though. I don’t know how you’ll imagine an impure love but I see it as a dirty clump of mystical stuff shaped like a ball with some clouds and feathers swirling around it. We all start with this kind of love but then the love is made unique by the people we choose to love.
When we choose to love someone in any manner, our love and that person’s love units collide. It’s like iron sharpening iron. The first love we get to collide with is our parents’ different kinds of love. The love we receive from them then forges a unique but still impure and imperfect kind of love but we inevitably go out to the world armed with this love.
We then start to realize that our love will never be made pure by the love of our parents alone. That’s when the world comes in. We meet other people who are, to put it simply, not obliged to love us. Friends have a side to their loves that look alike. The more we have friends, the more we get chiseled.
Then we meet someone we’d like to trade our love for theirs.
We think we can give away our love so that we’ll also have theirs in return.
But it never happens. When someone hurts us, we think they showed us a counterfeit kind of love. But really, they just showed their real love which was probably not chiseled enough as ours. Maybe at one point you just got a glimpse of a good side of that love but as a whole, it was still quite impure and it just doesn’t work out.
That’s just sad.
Or maybe, maybe we were called to show our love to everyone. I think the goal is to not trade the unique love that we have for someone else’s but for them to chisel our kind of love and we in turn chisel theirs. Maybe that’s why it must hurt. Maybe the goal is to have a pure heart but the catch is that we’ll never get there. But it is a goal still worth pulling the anchors and let our love get chiseled and chiseled well. We will always find impurities with our love and these impurities can only be chiseled away by varying degrees of purity of loves. Some impurities will only be removed by a purer kind of love. So as our love gets more and more pure, we get to chisel away the impurities of other people’s love and they can chisel others’ loves as well. I think some people’s loves are so pure, their loves still chisel even when they’re gone.
I admit I haven’t really figured all this out. But I believe we all want a love truly and freely given. We all want a love so pure, so undeserved that it chisels so much yet so gently and radically changes the way you love.
Or maybe to make our love look like that, we’ll have to take our bruised but better hearts back into the world and let the chisels work their thing out.