Love isn’t fun?
This past week while having a conversation with a area pastor we talked briefly about a new scientific study. This study showcases how when a person does something “good” the pleasure centre of the brain isn’t stimulated as many had previously believed. This same idea is confirmed in the greatest chapter on love in the bible, I Corinthians 13. The idea that love is self sacrificial, that love isn’t always fun and that we have a choice to “do the right thing.” We are taught at a young age that we do good things for others and that we feel good about it. But this idea is so selfish. The greatest act of love was a very painful and brutal death of Jesus Christ on the cross.
I created the above art shortly after examining this idea. The words of 1 Cor 13 are printed multiply times over the whole piece. The idea is that love can be both painful, ugly, deadly and at the same time be beautiful. Feel free to comment on my art. As a side note: this is one of the first “works of art” that I have done without it being done for a specific purpose other than with the sole purpose of using my gifts as a act of worship.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. – 1 Cor 13 NIV

