The Love of My Life | An Early Valentine’s

It all started a couple of Sundays ago. Well, actually, it started a little earlier than that. Let’s go back to the beginning. July 14, 1990. Maureen and my wedding. The love of my life. St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church in Evanston, Illinois. In addition to saying our vows and exchanging rings, we had picked some cherished passages from scripture to be read at the ceremony. Amongst them was 1 Corinthians 1: 1-13, which closes with this passage, “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” Love is indeed the greatest, and for those that have read my writing both before and after Maureen’s passing, I experienced the greatest of these for over half my life. I experience it now, more than 15 months since Maureen passed from this world to the next. If you have been watching the news, we have now actually seen the gravitational waves predicted by Einstein 100 years ago. For over 15 months, I have experienced a different kind of gravitational wave. I have experienced the power of love and its ability to connect Maureen and I in a deeply spiritual way across the boundary of heaven and earth. Over the past 10 days, as we approach Valentine’s, I have been brought to my knees as I come to understand the full power of love, the pull power of this gravitational force. It keeps coming back to love. It keeps coming back to 1 Corinthians 13: 1-13, which we not only read at our wedding, but we read at Maureen’s celebration of life, a few days after...