The Love Project

“4 Love is patient,

love is kind.

It does not envy,

it does not boast,

it is not proud.

5 It does not dishonor others,

it is not self-seeking,

it is not easily angered,

it keeps no record of wrongs.

6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

1 Corinthians 12:4-7

 

Love. It might very well be the biggest four letter word you can use (well, biggest nice four letter word 😉 ). You can love your favorite movie or food but you also fall in love with people. The love you express to your family members is probably different than the love expressed to a significant other. Nowadays, radios and TVs talk about if love can be possible between same sex relationships or if it’s specific to a man and a woman. It’s so silly, love is. That it can take on so many small, meaningless meanings but still be so meaningful when said just right. Obviously, I am no expert on love, nor will I ever be. I have never fallen in love, the only real love I have ever experienced (other than the love of my w o n d e r f u l family) is the love of my Heavenly Father. But, with that being said, I wanted to take apart the widely known verse about love. In my own inexperience I feel that, to ever know what love really feels like, I must know what it is I’m looking for.

 

Love is patient.

 

Whenever I read that first part, I immediately think of how my dad sits in the kitchen almost every Sunday morning, waiting for my mom to finish getting ready so we can go to church, but I think it’s a little bigger than that. To truly embody love being patient, I think you must let love come patiently. God’s love for us shows this, as he patiently waits in the sidelines to see if we will find Him. He does not get angry when we don’t or impatient as we lose our way, He waits. In order for love to be patient, you must patiently wait for love.

 

Love is kind.

I believe that when you are kind to someone, it is so much more than just reaching out a helping hand. True kindness is contagious, it cannot be stopped. When one gracious person shows love through kindness, who knows where that will lead. That beautiful, breathtaking kindness is just what God shows to us every single day.

 

It does not envy, it does not boast. It is not proud.

 

When I think of the word love, I think of a white slate, completely uncorrupted by anything dirty or nasty. When I think of words like lie or cheat or envy or boast, I think of these things as dirty and gross. When you do something that holds that dirty meaning out of love, you corrupt or ruin that white slate. Being envious and boastful are love ruiners, not love helpers.

 

It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

 

I love this part of the passage simply because that is God’s love. So immensely pure and simple. So forgiving. I believe this was written to not only give us a glimpse of what God’s love for us looks like but what it looks like when we spread that love. When we chose to honor others, seek others, and become easily forgiving, we are choosing to wipe the white slate of love clean of all the love-ruiners and love like God.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

 

This one seems to not fit entirely in with the rest of the love-truths, but I think it nearly summaries the whole passage. When you love truly and you choose to look past all the nasty and see only the pure, you are rejoicing in the truth. Just as God does for you, when He so generously wipes your slate clean. I want to love like that. I want to love like no evil exists simply because the true, simple, beautiful things are most fun to rejoice in anyway.

 

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

 

When you protect, trust, hope, and persevere out of love, you are truly showing love. I believe this because, when you do those four simple things, your are embodying a special, powerful four letter word. You are loving pure. You are loving beautifully. You are loving like God loves.

I said it before and I will said it again, love is huge. The idea of loving like God is big in itself, but the act is so amazingly huge, it cannot be simplified into minuscule words. When we read this, we are called to love like that. No matter our gender or skin color or sexual orientation or anything. We are called to love big. To love purely, simply, and breathtakingly.  

The Stereotype Project

My mom and I laid on her bed for an hour and a half tonight watching a little movie based off of the book “The Pregnancy Project”. Maybe you’ve heard of it? If not, you should probably look it up, I’d like to hear your feedback; if you have, I’m dying to know your opinions next to mine. Anyways, back to my mom and I.
So, as the credits began flashing on the screen and the dramatic music played, my mom turned to me, declaring that she needed time to think about it. Seems like a logical reacction after watching a movie about a girl who pretended to be pregnant for half of her senior year, all for a grade. In my usual teenage fashion, I still pushed her to state some sort of reaction, which turned into a full blown talk, which is now turning into me writing it out.
Let’s start here; I’m a Christian. I believe that God is my Lord and Savior. I believe that the Bible is His word and should be followed. I believe that everything happens for a reason and is all part of a grand and wonderful plan thought out by God. I also firmly believe that there is an evil, something to pull unsuspecting people away from what God has planned for us, most people just call this evil Satan. It’s a hard balance, trying to believe that I have a story written for me. I have a path. But, while following this beautiful path God has set me on, I also have to ignore the evil that constantly lingers and trys to pull me away.
This evil is the same evil that lingers on everyone’s life, even the pregnant teens wandering the halls of your high school. See, the way I see it, pregnancy is a choice. For one thing, you have to make the choice to have sex. After the decision to have sex, there is a decision whether you are going to make it “safe”, so called, or not. That’s a lot of decisions to make, if you really think about it, especially for a young teen. Going back to my stance on religion, I believe that having sex is a big deal and should be saved for the right person at the right time. Getting pregnant is a choice, not an accident.
The signifcance of teen girls getting pregnant is that it is such a big choice that it seems silly that someone at the small age of 16 should have to follow through with the choice. Yeah, maybe we think we have our life together but let’s get real, we dread that four hour shift at the minimum wage job and the fact that some of us can’t get a date to prom is our biggest issue. When an adult makes that choice, they are taking on the resonsibility, when a teenager makes that choice, they have a reputation of being unable to take on the resonsibility.
In this movie (and the book that was published before), the girl talks about stereotypes. She talks about how people thought she had this beautiful future and then she got pregnant. When she made this choice to get pregnant, she ruined any chance for a future, for her or her unborn child. Obviously, this isn’t completely wrong, you need the same instance to happen more than once for a stereotype to form. When she revealed that she, in fact, was not pregnant, she talked about the stereotypes that people put her in. She explained that stereotypes were boxes that people put us so we don’t have to deal with the real person.
Think about that for a minute. Think about stereotypes that people have put YOU in. Don’t they resemble a box? And what happens in that box that you are forced to live in? You start believing it. Pregnant or not, you have probably been placed in one of these boxes. Does it feel good? Doesn’t living in a box kinda limit your ideas and dreams?
When you see a pregnant teenager, what is your first thought? That she ruined her life? That she will never have a future, education, or normal life? That she shouldn’t get caught up with guys? Well, what if she looked at you? Who would she see? The box that people put you in, or your real self?
Before we stereotype and put people in boxes because of choice they’ve made or wrongs they’ve done, why don’t we look instead of choices they CAN make and wrongs they CAN right? Why don’t we look at a pregnant teenage girl and see that she needs help. A prayer, guidence, a good docter, just about everything. You can’t shame a person so much that they completely undo all the bad choices they’ve made, so why don’t we uplift people so much so that they can’t make those same bad choices again? Why don’t we pull ourselves out of these boxes that people put us in and be different?