El Gran Amor Del Señor Nunca Se Acaba

Okay, confession time. I have an unpopular opinion. A really unpopular opinion. But I'm putting it out there anyway.

It all revolves around that phrase, "El Gran Amor Del Señor Nunca Se Acaba." The Lord's great love never ends. We hear it all the time, right?

My unpopular opinion? It's almost too good to be true!

Seriously, Never?

Think about it. Never ever? Even when I leave the toilet seat up? Even when I accidentally burn the dinner...again?

Even when I sing karaoke way off-key? It's a lot to take in, this whole "unending love" concept.

I mean, human love? That definitely has its limits. Aunt Mildred stopped speaking to Uncle George after he replaced her prize-winning petunias with plastic flamingos.

Love & Flamingos: A Cautionary Tale

And let's not forget the Great Sock Debacle of 2018. My point? Love here on Earth comes with conditions.

Sometimes lots of them. Like, a prenuptial agreement worth of conditions.

But El Gran Amor Del Señor? Supposedly, nada. No conditions. Zilch. Zero. Nada!

My Cynical Side (Sorry, God!)

Don't get me wrong. I want to believe it. A love that big and unwavering sounds amazing.

But sometimes, my inner cynic kicks in. She's a grumpy old lady who wears slippers and reads conspiracy theories.

She whispers things like, "Prove it! Show me the fine print! There's gotta be a catch!"

Maybe it's because I'm used to love being a negotiation. A give and take.

You do the dishes, I'll watch your favorite superhero movie. You pretend to like my abstract art, I'll pretend to understand football.

But God's love? He apparently just... loves. Regardless. Which is... perplexing.

The Case of the Missing Keys

Let's say I lose my keys. Again. For the tenth time this month.

My husband gives me that look. You know the one. The "I'm silently judging your organizational skills" look.

But God? He's supposedly still showering me with unending love. Even for my key-losing ineptitude!

This is where my brain starts to short-circuit. It's too much unconditional acceptance!

It feels like I should at least get a stern talking-to from someone. A divine lecture about responsibility. A heavenly intervention involving a key-finder app!

But no. Just...more love. El Gran Amor Del Señor Nunca Se Acaba. Even when I'm late for everything because I can't find my keys. AGAIN.

Is It Stockholm Syndrome?

Okay, I'm being dramatic. But seriously, is this divine love a form of Stockholm Syndrome?

Are we all just being held captive by kindness? Brainwashed by benevolence? Probably not.

But my cynical side likes to ask these questions. She's a troublemaker.

Maybe, just maybe, the problem isn't God's love. Maybe the problem is my own limited understanding of love.

Maybe I'm so used to conditional love that I can't quite grasp the concept of something truly limitless.

Maybe, just maybe, El Gran Amor Del Señor Nunca Se Acaba is exactly what it sounds like. Mind-blowing, I know!

So, What's the Verdict?

I'm still working on it. Still grappling with this whole "unending love" thing.

It's a big concept to wrap my head around. Especially when I'm also trying to remember where I parked the car.

But maybe, just maybe, that's the point. Maybe it's supposed to be a little bit unbelievable. A little bit too good to be true.

Because if it wasn't, it wouldn't be so...divine. It would just be ordinary.

And

ordinary love, while nice, can’t compete with El Gran Amor Del Señor.

So, yeah, I still think it's a little crazy. But maybe I'm starting to get it. A little.