When enduring becomes an act of faith
There’s an image I can’t forget: a train every hour, steady, efficient, fantastic. And then, by invisible drift, the same logic applied to love. A partner per season. A renewable relationship. An affection with an expiration date.
We almost laugh — and yet, that’s exactly what our age has come to believe.
What’s beautiful in this reflection is that it doesn’t just diagnose. It affirms. With calm, profound conviction, it says: “Love has always said forever.” This isn’t a romantic slogan. It’s a declaration about the very nature of love — that it cannot say itself otherwise than in duration, that something in it demands forever the way the river demands the sea.
“Love never fails.”
1 Corinthians 13:8 (ESV)
Maybe the question isn’t “is this love worth lasting?” but “do I still believe that lasting is possible?” For that’s where everything begins: in that fragile, stubborn faith that love can hold.
And God, the text tells us, knows this better than anyone. He who has loved since always, and forever.