If you’re an atheist, chances are you won’t continue reading this. Why? Because a true atheist doesn’t believe in an afterlife or the love of God. If you’re an agnostic masquerading as an atheist, you’ll continue reading, looking for things to scoff at, argue with,h and snark upon to whatever sphere of influence you may have.
If you fall into either of those categories, whether you’re indifferent, apathetic, offended, insulted, perplexed, ed, or in any other mental/emotional state that is averse to this, God loves you anyway.
For those of you who have children you love with all your heart and soul, that all-consuming love that overwhelms you at times when you think of your kid(s) is a small taste of what He feels for you – even when you’re yelling at Him for ruining your life.
For those from dysfunctional families who secretly wish their parents had that same sort of insatiable love for you, He does whether they do or not.
In the end, love is the guiding force that makes this world work.
The feeling of love is the pinnacle of existence. We love all sorts of things, be they comic books, video games, bands, blockbuster movies, Jedi Knights, or superheroines. We love all sorts of people; in our minds and hearts, through the power of love, our friends and family become the same.
Love cures all, heals all, and ultimately wins all.
You can argue against that, tell me I’m wrong, deluded, brainwashed, or simply in possession of a defective mentality, but you can’t deny that love wins.
If you try to fight it, the need for it only gets stronger.
What makes love so great is that it can’t be forced, controllecommandednde,d or demanded. It’s organic, consuminfulfillingll i, ng and free.
Free of restraint, obligation, agenda, and motive.
Love just is.
While modern society has allowed Christmas to be co-opted into a day of personal pleasure derived from new possessions and things we will eventually return, give up selll,l or throw away, the day is really about one simple thing: Love.
So, instead of reading this, scoffing at the idea that some idiot on the interweb is trying to tell you God lovesyouu and then finding places to share the upwelling snark, go find someone you love, tell them you love them, share that feeling, bask in it, and forget about all the stuff for as long as possible.
For the few who have no such person to share love with, just remember God loves you,u and I do too.
Merry Christmas
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