Romans 13: 10 says, “Love does no wrong to a neighbor; therefore love is the fulfillment of the law.” Another translation suggests “harm” for “wrong” and “fulfilling” in lieu of “fulfillment.” Which to me suggests that it (love) is not a feeling or any temporal statement but a continual thing.
I say, “I love you,” more than the average bear (Good gracious, a talking bear!). I would say for all my weirdness and shortcomings (they are many, they are vast) I am gifted with an ability to love quickly, powerfully. I would say that, except…Love supposedly does no harm to its neighbor. And in one way or another, I harm my neighbors. Through inconsiderate actions, through purposeful vengeance, through simple mistakes, I harm them.
What if, just what if, actions harming neighbors rendered the harmers incapable of uttering the three simple words?
I don’t think I’d ever be able to say them. But I’d want to. I’d want people to know they are treasured and beautiful and wonderful and blessings. And maybe (just maybe) I’d be further compelled to be sure that I did no harm…