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Love begins when convenience ends

    ‘What is the most loving thing to do right now?’    This was the question I left my church with last Sunday.   We were exploring 1 Corinthians 13, Paul’s famous chapter on love, in which there are 15 verbs about love…that love is something we do, not just something we feel.   Often that space for action, to do, is very small, as we find ourselves reacting to things that happen to us.    It is into this small space that I suggested we could try to wedge this question, what is the most living thing to do right now?   It was Victor Frankl the Viennese Psychotherapist and Auschwitz survivor who famously said  “Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”    Frankl believed that the choice to love, painful or as difficult as that maybe, is what leads to growth and freedom.  And as I heard someone say just this morning, love begins when convenience ends.   We usually know we love s
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