“Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away” (1 Corinthians 13:4-10).


I have been told before that where the mind goes, the heart will eventually follow, but I think there is something to be said for the power of the heart. Love in all its giving perfection, in its purest form that only seeks to give and wants nothing in return is not a product of the mind. The mind is far too calculating, too fearful, too guarded to fully allow the individual to give all and bare all with no expectations. But the heart, the heart does not know fear, and fear is the final gatekeeper that must be removed before the heart can pour out its love. It is the fear born and bred in the mind, the fear of being hurt, the fear of the perception of others, the fear of lack of reciprocation, fear of so much that cannot be explained, that grips the heart and holds its doors shut. It is fear that blocks love from driving all our actions and our interactions. It is fear for ourselves that stops Love from flooding this world.

But the heart does not know fear. Fear is a foreigner that comes in and takes hold of it; after all, the best writers use the phrase “gripped by fear” to describe the most horrifying moments encountered by their characters.

There is, of course, good reason to follow the wisdom of the mind’s logic and to allow it to lead us in most things, yet there are times (and some things) when it must be kept at bay and the heart is given free reign. The quality of love is one of those things. Love laced with or held back by fear cannot be called love in its true meaning. Love, true love, requires more courage than anything else.