I held a tiny baby, warm and innocent in my arms. It was mesmerizing to look into these fresh clear eyes. Only hours before, I was working with a man and woman who no longer love each other, their love for each other, “…has expired and dried up,” they are drowning in how life has chiseled away at their love and can barely breath the same air in the room together.

Holding this little guy I wonder what kind of world he is entering where culture has defined love as a feeling that has a mysterious, undefinable expiration date? How has the word commitment become an option like delete on the computer? I want to protect him, I want to promise him something more that he can hope for and yet looking into these fresh eyes, I realize he holds a purer picture of love – one day you are breathing underwater and the next your lungs jump start you into breathing in and breathing out. The very basis for love is trust.

It would be lovely to have these two random worlds collide, letting this little gift of life tutor this couple in remembering what love looks like before it is fractured and chiseled by life. Could he teach them how to breath in and breath out, without holding all the pain in life so close that it chokes them?

As I hold both ends of the spectrum, there is a longing for words and images that will invite both young and old, to taste of the expansive love of God that is calling us all to remember – love is a choice, more than a feeling and yes sometimes the only clear picture is to close our eyes and remember that we all began by breathing underwater – impossible, but real.

Maybe that is part of why Jesus said, “You are absolutely right, take if from me, Unless a person is born from above, it is not possible to see the Kingdom of God.” John 3:3 (Message)