Day 30: What is Love

We just got back from a 2-night getaway to a very pleasant resort on the southeast coast. Our son Luke is visiting from the U.S., so it seemed appropriate.

Sunset at Kung Wiman beach
A distant storm competes with the sunset at Kung Wiman Beach.

There is no need for our northern readers to be jealous, however. We only make it to the beach about once a year. Our life and work keeps us pretty tied to Bangkok.

While Bangkok has its interesting and beautiful places, most of its neighborhoods look pretty much the same: crowded, dense and dirty. 90% of buildings use the same concrete post-beam architecture. Its extensive network of canals is purely practical, for drainage, not for scenery, so while some have walkways most are far from pleasant, with garbage and a constant odor of sewage.

I pass this sluice gate when walking to The Well.

But Bangkok overflows with the beauty of its millions of people. The Thai word for cute is literally “lovable”, and it can refer to anything or anyone, including a kind gentleman. We use it a lot.

Love is simply this: recognizing value, and responding appropriately. A healthy person loves God, others and self not so much in that order but as an integrated unit. “This is how we know what love is,” John writes. “Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters.” (1 John 3:16) We love ourselves and others as God-made images of Himself. We become aware of the capability God has placed in all of us to bless Him and others, and then we make ourselves actively available to do so. Being in Bangkok allows us to do this on a daily basis.

I have written mostly this month about the usually long process of loving people through years of slow growth and relapse. But I do not want people to get the wrong picture. It is a hurting world with really not that much love. People look past each other, not at each other. When we live to let others know that they have importance, we can touch people in a big way, and sometimes quickly.

“Som” just messaged me. I wrote about her severe depression in Day 18: Power to Heal. I had an opportunity to connect, give her a hug and just let her know that she mattered.

She won’t be coming to The Well after all, Som wrote, because she says with the love and encouragement she got from her time visiting she began praying, and got up the courage to apply for a job she was interested in. She feels positive and hopeful, that God is taking care of her. She starts tomorrow. “You are my dad now,” she told me.

We will maybe visit the beach again in a year or so. There is plenty to do here.