By Kenyatta
Do I write too much about love?
I sometimes wonder if you tire of hearing how I love my family or babygirl (my purple bass player: ). I wonder if I should write about other things, like the thunderous clap of a C.O slamming shut my cell gate or the daily frisking of my body. These things are real. They hurt me, I suppose.
But they never harm me. I am so well defended by love that I am nearly invincible.
You know how some people hear hellfire preaching and get God, or maybe they get to feeling holy or whatever, I don’t know. I mean, everybody has their own reasons, and they’re perfectly valid. But the whole hell thing never bothered me. I mean, okay. It’s hot. Really hot, and for eternity. But no matter how bad it might be, you’ll get used to it, right? Seriously. After the first million years or so, it would be like, “Okay, I’m on fire. As usual.” I suppose this just show how messed up my mind was.
The point is, fear would never bring me to God, ’cause I was too stupid to be afraid. But one day, He revealed Himself to me in His love, and I was blown away. I’ll tell you about it sometime, but for now just know that I’m talking about a love so vast, so absolute, that it is beyond imagining. Love literally rules the universe, binds and keeps it in its form and function. And the incredible thing is that once you know, you can see it working all the time, in everything. There is nothing greater than love. God is love. Seriously.
No, seriously.
So if it seems that I am overly concerned with love, it is only because it is so important. I just can’t think of anything better to talk about.
and in the end love is what’s going to hold us all together
this was such an amazing piece…
and your view of hell was absolutely refreshing lol and I’m so glad that God’s love is what brought you to him and not fear cause that’s just stupid
thanks so much – it was a blessing to read