What's Love Got To Do With It?

(This article appears in the February 2020 edition of the GoodNews Paper.  Please check it out at www.goodnewsfl.org.)

February is the month of love. There are more songs written about love (or the lack of love) than any other subject on the planet. In the 1980’s, Tina Turner sung, “What’s Love Got to Do With it?” That is a very good question.

The celebration of love on Valentine’s day is typically seen as a “couple’s” holiday. We express our love for another person by giving them cards, candy, flowers, candy hearts, taking them out to dinner or maybe just staying home and cooking them a nice meal.

When we think about love and who we love, most of us would say that we love our spouse, family and friends. We love those who love us back or can give us something. We struggle to love those who have nothing to offer us. And, we even struggle to love spouses, family and friends at times.

But I believe the subject of love is much bigger than just celebrating it on a single day of the year. We should not only celebrate it, but love others, every day of the year. Easier said than done. How in the world do we do that?

What love is not

First of all, we need to understand what love is not. Love is not an emotion. We may not always “feel” love for someone, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t love them. Love is not having positive feelings for those who can give something to us. Love is not a physical attraction to someone else. Love is not something that we fall in and out of. I could go on. The Bible has some great things to say on love. 1st Corinthians 13 starts off by saying that whatever we have, if it is without love, it is nothing. Then, it describes what love is in verses 4-7.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

Agape love

There are many Greek words for different types of “love.” But the love referred to here is “agape” love. The best way to describe this type of love is “unconditional love.” It means you love someone without expecting them to love you back or give you anything in return Who of us can live up to that perfectly? No one. Well, maybe one person.

There was one who was always patient, always kind, did not envy or boast and was not proud. He did not dishonor others nor was self-seeking. He was not easily angered. He did not keep a record of wrongs. He did not delight in evil but rejoiced with the truth. He always protected, trusted, hoped and persevered…until His death, on the tree (cross). Yes, you knew I was speaking of Yeshua (Jesus).

Jesus is the only perfect example of agape love. So, what’s love got to do with it? Everything. He loved us so much that he gave up his life for us, so we could have a relationship with God. And, what could we actually do for Him or offer Him? Nothing. Jesus loved those of us who did not love Him back or have anything to give Him. 

On this valentine’s day, we can celebrate the love that God has for us. Whether you are single, married, in a family or alone, having many friends or no friends, God still loves you!

But, one more thing. If we are followers of Yeshua, shouldn't we also love others. Yes! How do we do that? We ask God to change us to be a 1 Corinthians 13 kind of person. He "loves" to change us to make us more like Him.

One of the best ways to love is to share the most important message in the world with family, friends and anyone else. What is that message? That God loves us and wants to have a relationship with us. And that relationship is found in Jesus the Messiah. That’s what love’s got to do with it!  Happy Valentine’s day.

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Robyn Wilk is the founder of Le’Chayim (To Life!) Ministries where she serves as a Jewish Outreach Specialist and Consultant. To learn more, visit lechayim.org

Robyn Wilk's Story

I grew up in upstate New York.  My parents are both Jewish, and from early on, I was taught that we as Jewish people were different than non-Jewish people.  The main difference was that we did not believe in Jesus.  So, believing in Yeshua (Jesus) wasn’t exactly what my parents dreamt for me, nor was it my life-long goal.   In fact, if someone would have told me that I would someday be a Jewish believer in Jesus, I would have thought that person crazy!  You see, for me, being Jewish meant not believing in Jesus.

As a kid, I went to synagogue and Sunday school. I learned to read and write Hebrew. We celebrated the Jewish Holidays. Most of my friends were Jewish. When our rabbi told us that Jewish people don’t believe in Jesus, I accepted it without question.

In high school, I felt happiest and most at peace when I played my flute. I decided that my life would be complete if I could become the world’s greatest flute player! I studied at Wichita State University because the flute instructor there was excellent. As I got to know her, I noticed that she seemed to have “something” that I didn’t, apart from her musical ability. I knew she was a believer, but I wasn’t ready to connect that “something special” to her beliefs.

About this time, a girl in my dorm named Janice told me that Jesus was the Jewish Messiah and that I needed to believe in him. I told her a few things that were far less civil. As I left her room that evening, she said, “I’m praying for you and I am having people in my Bible study pray for you.” “Please don’t pray for me,” I snapped back. “I can pray for you if I want—it’s a free country,” she replied.

Well, I thought I better say my own prayer, so that night I asked God to show me the truth, but that I hoped it would not be Jesus.

I began to question why we, as Jewish people, didn’t believe in Jesus.  Shortly after all the prayer had gone up, a few things began to happen.

In an English class, we were assigned term papers.  We were told that we were not going to choose our own subject.  The teacher had pre-assigned topics written on pieces of paper that he put in a hat.  I picked my piece of paper out of the hat.  It literally read, “How we got the devil.”  I was shocked.  I thought, “What kind of subject matter is this?”  I wanted to trade with my classmates, but no one wanted to touch that subject.  It reminded me of being a kid and wanting to trade my sardine sandwich for peanut butter and jelly.  It wasn’t going to happen!

I began my paper, and looked for a copy of the Jewish Scriptures at the store.  All I could find was a Bible with both the Old & New Testaments, and I was not paying ­­­for a New Testament.  I went to the Library and got my paper done as quickly as I could.  I tried to avoid dealing directly with this subject, and did not get the best grade on my paper, but that’s a subject for another day.

Then, one day, an organization called “The Gideon,” were on our campus handing out little green New Testaments with Psalms and Proverbs.  A nice man offered one to me.  I rejected it and said some not nice things to this man.  I was irritated because I did not understand why these people felt it necessary to force their beliefs on me.  In actuality, they were not forcing their beliefs on me.  I just wanted them to keep their beliefs to themselves. Anyone trying to share about Jesus, in my opinion, was “forcing” me to listen to something with which I disagreed heartily.

I went to class after my interaction with this Gideon.  I could not stop thinking about the Bible I turned down.  I decided to go to a different Gideon and get one.  I took the Bible and began to read it.  I was amazed at just how Jewish this book was.  It was so different than what I thought it would be. And I began to question why we, as Jewish people, didn’t believe in Jesus.

Then, a speaker named Josh McDowell came to speak at the campus. A former atheist, his goal in life had been to disprove Christianity, and in the process, he became a believer in Jesus.  I decided to go hear him. As he presented the evidence for the resurrection, I found myself also believing that Jesus was the Jewish Messiah.  I realized that it would have taken more faith for me to not believe it was true than to believe it was true.

A few nights later, I asked Janice many questions about Jesus and God. Even though deep down, I knew the truth, it was a struggle for me to even say the name of Jesus—I’d known it only as a swear word. After another few hours of conversation with Janice, and after a huge struggle, I prayed to receive Jesus as my Messiah.  This happened in the early hours of the morning.

After I prayed, I just wanted to go to sleep.  I tried to sleep, but couldn’t! I felt a warm sensation like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Finally, I fell asleep. I awoke about three hours later. I sat at the edge of my bed. I felt different. There was love, peace and joy that had not been there the day before. I knew at that moment that God was real and that something remarkable had just happened in my life.  It was as if I put on glasses for the first time and saw everything more clearly.

That morning, I walked on campus and actually felt like hugging people as they walked by! Clearly, I was not myself since I am not the type to hug strangers.  I walked into my flute professor’s studio and had my lesson. She remarked that there was something different about me. I told her what had happened the night before.  She was very happy for me and understood why I seemed different.

Three weeks later, my dad came to pick me up from college and bring me home for the summer. I was so excited about my new faith that I probably didn’t have much tact as I announced that Jesus was the Jewish Messiah. Our three-hour ride back to Kansas City was a quiet one. When we got home, I told my mother.  The rest of the summer was filled with tension as my parents had to grapple with my decision.  I can certainly understand why they felt the way they did.  I never wanted to hurt them.  Yet, I knew the truth and couldn’t deny it.

During Christmas vacation, we visited my grandparents in Florida. While swimming at the beach, I was stung by a man-of-war. Being allergic to bee-stings also meant that my body was not going to react well to this.  That sting nearly took my life. My parents decided they (in my father’s words), “would rather have me alive as a Christian than dead as a Jew.”

However, I never stopped being Jewish. After all, if Jesus, Yeshua is the Jewish Messiah, what could be more Jewish than to believe in Him?

We have had our ups and downs since then, but today my parents and I enjoy a great, loving relationship.  They had aspirations for me—I could have been a doctor, a lawyer… who knows, maybe a world famous flute player (and yes, I still play the flute, but am not world-famous). But the thing is, God also had aspirations for me. He wanted me to know him; to know the joy and peace that only a relationship with him can bring. And that relationship comes through knowing the Messiah, Yeshua.

Have you been wondering lately if your aspirations for yourself, or maybe other people’s aspirations for you, are not really enough? God’s aspiration for you is to know His Messiah Yeshua, so that you can have a reconciled relationship with God and enjoy him forever.

If you aspire to know God, you’ll have to accept the relationship on his terms, whatever they may be. Whether you are Jewish or not, why not ask God to show you the truth about Jesus?