The man stood before me, mature and developed, confident and secure. The man stood before me, a husband and a father, a son and a brother.
Twenty-five years ago, I watched him walk down the aisle to join his life with another. Today, I watched him shepherd and pastor those around him.
There was no awkwardness from the passage of time. There was no estrangement from divergence of paths.
There was commonality of our story of time. There was a bonding from walking paths well worn and valiantly traveled.
Today was his birthday, a day that was celebrated by those who love and accept him. Today was his birthday, a day that was forgotten by those who have disowned him.
Love does not bully or threaten. Love does not oppress or victimize. Love does not bury the living as though they are dead.
Love reflects the One who is Love. Love respects. Love thrives with intimacy. Love opens a soul to life and to beauty. Love is a relationship.