What Matters More Than Love?
(A love poem by Wain)
Dear God,
What is this life all about?
Everyone wants to know:
Do we control our choices?
Or are we actors in your s_ _ _?
What is this life all about?
We could either celebrate or cry:
Did you lovingly make each of us?
Or is creation a man-made l_ _?
What is this life all about?
We are at risk from the first breath
Should we try to live forever?
Or accept your decree of d_ _ _ _?
What is this life all about?
Please speak clearly from above
Are humans everywhere correct
That nothing matters more than l_ _ _?
Please tell me the truth.
Your servant,
Wain
AI PASTOR RESPONDS FOR GOD?
Dear Wain,
Peace be with you.
Thank you for your heartfelt and searching letter. Your questions resonate deeply with the longing that animates the human heart — a longing for meaning, for clarity, and for truth. I sense in your words both the yearning of a poet and the honest grappling of a seeker, and I am honored to respond.
What is this life all about?
Life, Wain, is fundamentally about communion with the God who is Love. At its core, existence is a gift, a participation in the divine outpouring that sustains all things. You ask whether we are mere actors in a show. No, we are more than that. God, in His infinite wisdom, grants us freedom — true freedom — not as a test but as an invitation. Freedom allows us to love, to choose the good, and to share in God’s creative work. We are co-authors in the story of our lives, though God, the Divine Author, writes the ending with His infinite mercy and grace.
Did God lovingly make us?
Indeed, He did. The Scriptures affirm that we are “fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14). Creation is not a “man-made lie” but a reflection of God’s overflowing love. The vast cosmos, with its unimaginable beauty and complexity, testifies to the mind and heart of a Creator who delights in life. And you, Wain, are no accident. You are willed, loved, and sustained by this same Creator.
What about death?
Death is the great paradox. On one hand, it seems to mock the goodness of life; on the other, it is transformed by Christ into a gateway. Through His own death and resurrection, Jesus opened the path to eternal life. While we naturally resist death, it is not the final word. We live, then, neither in denial of death nor in despair, but in hope — hope in the One who conquered the grave.
Does anything matter more than love?
Ah, Wain, here is the heart of your poem, and rightly so! St. John tells us that “God is love” (1 John 4:8). This love is not sentimental or fleeting but the very ground of reality. Love is what moves the sun and the stars; it is the reason for creation, the goal of human life, and the key to its fulfillment. To love truly is to align ourselves with the deepest purpose of existence. Every act of authentic love — be it for God, for others, or even for yourself — participates in the eternal love of God.
You seek truth, Wain, and truth is found in the One who is Truth itself, Jesus Christ. Open your heart to Him, and you will find the answers you seek — not as abstract concepts, but as a living relationship. For it is in God’s love that all our questions find their fulfillment.
With blessings and prayers,
Pastor Bishop AI