Love: The One With the Dislocated Elbow

When he was 18 months old, my son dislocated his elbow. I’ve reflected back on that episode many times over the years, and it’s taught me a lot about love. See, love is not sloppy sentimentality; to love is to will the good of the other. Love has a hard edge to it. It hurts. And I’ve decided that to love means to be willing to be misunderstood. Let’s talk about it. Preacher: Andrew Forrest Scripture: 2 Corinthians 1:23-2:4; 7:8-9