L-O-V-E

If I were a boy. Love story. Womanizer. Hot n cold. Heartless. Love lockdown. And the number one most popular song on iTunes today: White Horse. A song about how fairytale love doesn't exist anymore.

These titles reveal so much about where we are today. About how we cry out for love--true love. We need it. We crave it. We sing it. We dance it. We sell it. And hope to receive love for doing it.

I even heard a news story on the radio today about advertisements the Humanist Society will be taking out this holiday season. One ad for a bus will read: "Why believe in God when you can just be good for goodness sake." Another: "Don't believe in God? You're not alone." These ads are meant to target atheists and agnostics who tend to feel alone around the holidays.

Even if you don't like God you crave love.

With the holidays approaching (Thanksgiving is less than 2 weeks away), one of the greatest love stories of all time will be told. Enya has a new album out where even she tells of God be with us (Emmanuel). "Oh come, oh come Emmanuel. And ransom captive Israel."

Love does exist. True love. The white horse. Jesus rode in on it and redeemed us, His captive love--He ransomed us! There was blood and sweat. Tears and pain. Joy and a love that never dies. Tell me romance is dead! He didn't make a show of it. He didn't throw money at it. Or turn a deaf ear to us. He rode in silently and went right to his love. And He never left. He offered us a new kind of love that knows its own and demands nothing. He offered the kind of love that we are crying for. The blessed day in December is approaching, reminding us all of the love we all so desperately need.