From Ash Wednesday:
“Consequently I rejoice, having constructed something upon which to rejoice.”
This line prickles the hair on my Absolute loving neck. Either something is intrinsically praiseworthy or it isn’t. How can you make it up?
On the other hand, so much of my life and my story has been shaped by my choices to move forward, to choose to hope, to choose to rejoice. To participate in actions and beliefs and moments that lead me to rejoice.
I’ve heard love is a verb, love is an action, love is an orientation. I believe Love is a choice.
The power comes not in the pat answers, clichés, or absolutes, but in the choice to seek, to hope, to live.
I will rejoice because I can rejoice. I will hope because I can hope. I will love because I can love. And consequently I rejoice.