Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. 1 John 4:8

A metaphor demonstrating the origin of and making the case for the existence of love -proceeds from observing a mother and her infant child.

The relationship requires no prior thinking, evaluation or consideration. The relationship just is. And being of it’s own, with no conditions, love flows between them. In the case of the mother, she is aware of astonishing unconditional care. The infant is essentially cognitively unaware and yet exists in a manner utterly dependent on the mother.

The infant is inconsolable until it’s back in mothers arms. Aunts and uncles, other adults might offer substitutes – a hug, a cuddle, a bottle or pacifier … but these are only substitutes. They will not serve, ultimately, to console an inconsolable child.

The child is inconsolable until it’s back in it’s mothers arms.

We are like this with God. Church, Religion — these are substitutes. A relationship with God is something we are born into, and it requires no other basis. The creator loves us and made us in certain ways to live and accomplish his purpose.

“And (Jesus) said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Mt. 18:3

We are inconsolable until we find our way back into Gods loving arms. Even if I seem to be unaware of it, I need God. The love of God does not depend on me, what I do, where I go, or what I say … God loves me. In Gods arms, I find ultimate comfort. In fact, I must realize that all the stuff I do (that I think is sophisticated) are to God, like the unintelligible or barely understandable mutterings of an infant. God is that far above and beyond me.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” Mt. 5:4

Religion (an earlier post links to detailed philosophy) serves as a substitute for a relationship. In doing and experiencing the religious process, I divert my attention from the fact that God made me for a private relationship. Nothing else will satisfy this.

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