In 2002, I visited Maine to see Gregg, my college roommate, and his young family. At the Naval Academy, Gregg and I made strange bedfellows: he was white, I was black; he was Catholic, I was Protestant; he was a Republican, I was a Democrat; he questioned climate change, I absolutely believed it was real. We were friends, not because of our similarities, but rather in spite of our differences. Except on one point: we both had just enough of the intellectual and theological rebel in us that we clicked.
(From Love: The Foundation, Chapter 8) The Bible is not a dead book. The breath of God is alive and well within it. That indwelling—the
Humility is the gateway to Christian love. This begs the question: How can we tell if we are humble enough to walk love’s path well?