Article May 2, 1903 Issue

Love, the Conqueror

ANNE DODGE.

What is it that conquers all the ills of the flesh and, as well, all diseases of the mind? that which conquers disease, conquers also hate, revenge, envy, jealousy, malice, and "all uncharitableness," all that "worketh or maketh a lie." One little word covers the answer. One simple word with infinite meaning,—Love. Not your conception of Love nor mine, but just Love itself, reflected in the love that thinketh and speaketh no evil, that condemneth not but forgiveth all, that judgeth not but sheddeth mercy on the just and the unjust; in short, that is without hypocrisy, that does not boast of what it is, what it does, or what it gives; the love so sweet, so unselfish in its humility that it finds its gain, its reward, in another's good, another's happiness; the love that covets naught for itself but is always giving; giving itself all for others,—freely and unconditionally for others. The love that is self-abnegation, self-forgetfulness, self-sacrifice. In which there is no fear, no deception, no lie, no sin. This is the love that overcometh the world, that conquers all and lifts us into a consciousness that is blessed and divine.

To have felt this all-conquering love is to have had a foretaste of heaven. Love is the conqueror. It subdues all fear, and confers a perfect freedom. It casts out the desire to sin, and malice, hatred, envy, self-seeking, are forgotten, as we rest, with a sweet sense of security, in its "everlasting arms."

Send a comment to the editors

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit

Love, the Conqueror

We'd love to hear from you!

Sign up for unlimited access