A Matter of Perspective
One thing I love about the media is that I get to see a range of stories and events coming out around the world. And I mean a RANGE. Just this week there was a story that caught my attention. It was on measuring romantic love…but not in the way you might expect.
A newly-wed couple was asked to participate in a study that would attempt to measure their romantic affection for each other. Right after the wedding, they each underwent a brain scan and the results were clear: they were madly in love with each other. But the arrangement of the whole experiment was that they would come back for another scan in 180 days after being married. The result? The wife’s level of this so-called ‘love hormone’ was STILL high… while her husbands was… well, gone. Almost COMPLETELY. Ouch. The anthropologist then proceeded to tell the wife “your husband doesn’t love you anymore.” Can you imagine being in her position?
There are many different perspectives on love out there telling us how we should define it… how we should approach it… and live it out. Love is a universal thing we all attempt to understand and live out in a meaningful way in our lives and in our relationships – whether with friends, family or romantic interests.
Who are we to listen to? The brain scan test? The messages in pop culture– movies, magazines and billboards–that tell us love is all about high-flying romance and sex appeal?
At the end of the day, most of us as humans desire to love and be loved don’t we? What we forget is that we can choose how we live it out; a perspective that will serve as a lens through which we view and approach it.
My perspective drastically changed 4 years ago when I moved to the Philippines from the US. It was my first time in Asia, first time with a real job and first time living on my own. And I mean ON MY OWN. I knew no one, not a soul, when I touched down in Manila.
It just so happened my Birthday was a few days later. By that point I had made about two friends – my guard attendant and my landlord named Sunny. I felt so alone, but then suddenly… I didn’t feel so alone. A tangible presence of God was with me and I felt He was inviting me to have a deeper relationship with Him.
It was right then and there that I made choice whose voice to follow when it came to living and loving. I chose to let God and His Word be my measurement of love – rather than brain scans and Hollywood.
I love Isaiah 30:21, “Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.”
It’s true. His voice is there. Ready and willing to guide us on His straight path. The question is whether we are willing to follow it.
Father, thank you that Your love is more real than any earthly measurement. Please help me to stay rooted in You, seeking You and Your ways FIRST in all things. Help me to hear Your voice and grant me the desire to want to follow it. Amen.