a woman had two boyfriends, neither of whom knew about each other's existence, and being, she said, unable to choose between them, she had continued relationships with each and finally become engaged to both. Obviously the moment of truth had arrived, she was having a hard time picking between her two suitors. What amazed me, though, about this situation was that she did not seem to realize that her difficultly in choosing between these two men had something to do with her failure to make an earlier decision. Nor did she understand that the pain involved must have had something to with the fact that she was affectively living two sperate lives. When asked how she thought the situation had developed, she sighed and said, "It's because I just have so much love."
Now, of course I believe that she indeed had feelings for both the men in her life. But does having feelings really justify the behavior? And were those feelings of love? Is love really a feeling? Just a feeling? Is it simply something that we follow, wherever it leads? Or is love precisely that thing that asks us to make commitments based on higher principles than our feelings?
We are not love machines, nor are we puppet on the strings of a deity called "love." Love is a choice, not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile. Love is the choice to experience life as a member of the human family, a partner in the dance of life, rather than as a alien in the world or as a deity above the world, aloof and apart from human flesh." Love then is a decision, and because it is a decision, it obligates us to certain behaviors and responsibilities.
And so love is a serious of decisions: a serious of decisions made from your own personal violation, but ironically, a series of decisions in which you decide through your will to open yourself up to forces beyond that of your own individual will. And in this way, love and religion come to look a lot like each other. Indeed, I think that love and religion can be frightening for exactly the same reasons--its scary when love or religion works, and one begins to feel those forces change your understanding of self.