We talk about love all the time, in all kinds of ways. And on this Sunday we light a candle called “Love”. We light it with an inner pang that we will not find love, nor deserve it, nor accept it, nor offer it.
We’re human. We’ve been wondering these things as long as we have been. And I have little to add on this day.
Except that you, perhaps, led me to this hymn. A reminder that the one who leads us is the King of Love.
“The king of love my shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am his
And he is mine for ever.
Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul he leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow
With food celestial feedeth.”
Lead us in love, I ask.
“The King of Love my Shepherd Is.” Lyrics by Henry Baker. In the public domain.
I wrote yesterday about getting the Sundays in Advent confused. So, yes, I know.