"Love is of the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yet it is more than the end of the rainbow. Love is at the beginning also, and from it springs the beauty that arches across the sky on a stormy day. Love is the security for which children weep, the yearning of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage, and the lubricant that prevents devastating friction in the home; it is the peace of old age, the sunlight of hope shining through death."
Gordon B. Hinckley
The ability we have as human beings to love astounds me. It is such a mysterious concept. Yet, it is so real and powerful. What does it mean to love? How do we love? What can we love? Obviously, there are many answers to these questions and an individual may answer them differently depending on age, circumstance, upbringing, etc. But, it is a subject that fascinates me most ardently and I will answer those questions based on the experiences I have been having here in Switzerland over the past week or so.
I've been thinking a lot about love lately. Not necessarily the romantic kind of love where our hearts race and our stomaches are filled with butterflies but the love that the Lord talks about throughout the scriptures as "brotherly love".
I have been interning as an office assistant for Initiatives of Change in Caux, Switzerland and have had the opportunity of working very closely with a group of about thirty young men and women from around the globe. It has been one week, a mere 170 hours and I can honestly tell you that I love these people. I do, I really do. Their stories are powerful and I have learned from each of them. My ability to love these people in a short period of time caught me off guard and this process of caring has consumed my thoughts over the past few days.
Perhaps it is my interest in peacebuilding and conflict transformation that has me contemplating these ideas but then again, I believe it comes down to a fundamental desire that we all posses-- a desire to connect. We want to be recognized, understood, heard, validated, and yes, loved. We crave it. As I have spent time pondering this concept I have thought back to last summer. Due to a certain situation, I felt lost, vulnerable, weak, disconnected, and a severe lack of love. Confusion clouded all my thoughts. I was convinced that love didn't exist. It was a very hopeless and dark feeling. And, although this loss of love was linked to romance, I have since overcome that despair and I am convinced that love is the most powerful force in the world.
Yesterday, my friend Ahmed, who is from Egypt discussed with me his views on the revolution that is taking place in his home country. I saw fire in his eyes and hope in his words. This was love. I took a walk yesterday and felt the sun upon my skin and the wind on my face. This was love. My parents have been married since 1986. This is love.
My new friends and I have laughed about bodily functions, danced together to Pitbull and Jennifer Lopez, eaten together, served together, and cried together. This is why I love them-- we have connected. Through this connection, perceptions have been changed, minds have been opened, and love has been felt.
I don't have all the answers to the first list of questions I mentioned but, I believe in love and I believe in God's love. I also believe that if we are open to His love, we can feel it on a daily basis. This thought empowers me. Through the mere action of breathing, I can feel the most powerful being in the universe's love for me. That thought alone brings so much joy to my soul and peace to my mind.
I feel honored to be having this experience. I am surrounded by people who have a desire for more love in the world and are acting as agents of change in the best way they know. I feel inspired, uplifted, and ready to take on the world.
I love these people.


