The other day, I caught a few stanzas of the old Neil Young song, one from his Harvest album of 1970, "Only Love Can Break Your Heart."  In it, he sings of a "Friend I've never seen; he lives his life inside a dream; yes, only love can break your heart."
     More than perhaps any other word, love has been stretched, pulled, strained, and bent to shape almost every possible schemata and scenario.  As a word, it has been greatly used, and it has been greatly abused.  Sometimes it's hard to know what to do with it.
     As we all know, however, love, regardless of how we define or use it can indeed break our hearts.  Yet as we also know, love can thrill our hearts.  Love seems to be the great equalizer, stone foundation as much as bottomless sand.  It overwhelms us.
     As love should.  If we live our lives inside a dream, yes, we will never see.  We may be happy, but we will never see.  And we will never love.  Our hearts may not break, but our hearts will never be complete, either.
     How much more so when we consider the love of God.  Indeed does it overwhelm us, but why should it not?  It is a love both fierce and passionate, a love burning and a love longing, a love that breaks, yet a love that makes complete.  God's love is a love for all seasons and all reasons, a love that enlightens even while it stirs the darkness.
     And in the end, God's love is a love that wins, outshining all its competition.  It's anything but a dream.  We only need see.