Who Do Ya Love?

I love them...I do. And I always have. For some reason, when I was very young, I just fell in love with them. Not just fell in love with them, but even identified with them. It is something I simply can't put in words, but I can tell you this-

I cried when I watched him run. I held it together after the Kentucky Derby because there were folks around and I didn't want to make a scene, but as soon as I was alone, I just sat down and bawled.

It's not the speed. I know that I drive a car faster than they run, but a car never tried, never felt, never loved. A car is controlled by the driver.

You never really control a horse. Some people hurt them so bad they stop trying - and in a way stop being a horse. But if you continue to let them be a horse, then you'll never really control them.

You'll only ever ask.

And isn't that the truth about love? It is a freely given, self-chosen response to the question...

"Smarty Jones, do you love to run? 'Cause right here, in this final quarter of a mile, would be a good time to run..."

And run he did, because he loves it. He freely gave. He freely chose.

That is greatness, my friends. That is true greatness. It's not the speed or the muscles or the pounding hoofs - it is the ability to freely throw your heart at all that God made you to be.

And so it is with us as well.

God give us the freedom to throw our hearts at your love, and the love to give freedom to those who want to run.

posted by Headless-in-GR @ 5/05/2004 09:48:00 AM