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The True Story of Love

The True Story of Love

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It wasn’t too long, after Maya began talking, that her parents knew they had a curious child on their hands. Maya was more inquisitive than any young girl her parents ever knew. She constantly annoyed her parents with an endless barrage of questions about everything that stirred her curiosity. What makes the sun warm? What kind of tree is that? Why are some people nice, while others are not? How do I spell my name? In the beginning, in times of patience, her mother would answer her as best that she could, but later, when Maya’s mother’s patience was thin, she would answer with an exasperated voice, “I really don’t know, Maya.”

It wasn’t too long, after Maya began talking, that her parents knew they had a curious child on their hands. Maya was more inquisitive than any young girl her parents ever knew. She constantly annoyed her parents with an endless barrage of questions about everything that stirred her curiosity. What makes the sun warm? What kind of tree is that? Why are some people nice, while others are not? How do I spell my name? In the beginning, in times of patience, her mother would answer her as best that she could, but later, when Maya’s mother’s patience was thin, she would answer with an exasperated voice, “I really don’t know, Maya.”

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 A True Story of Love
 Maya's Story
By Network Minister M. TichiClose this page to return
It wasn’t too long, after Maya began talking, that her parents knew they hada curious child on their hands. Maya was more inquisitive than any younggirl her parents ever knew. She constantly annoyed her parents with anendless barrage of questions about everything that stirred her curiosity. Whatmakes the sun warm? What kind of tree is that? Why are some people nice,while others are not? How do I spell my name? In the beginning, in times of  patience, her mother would answer her as best that she could, but later, whenMaya’s mother’s patience was thin, she would answer with an exasperatedvoice, “I really don’t know, Maya.”She asked so many questions that her mother decided the best way to satisfyMaya’s inquisitive mind was to buy her books; and over the years, whenever they went shopping, Maya would get a new book, and would spend daysabsorbing it, while the other boys and girls her age were outside playing.Still the barrage of questions kept coming. It seemed to her weary mother,that all of those books only put more questions into Maya’s head. Andindeed they did; she would spend her extra time, when she wasn’t reading, inthought; pondering her new found information. Maya’s parents had grownso tired of her questions, that they began responding to every question with,“I really don’t know, Maya.”Soon, after being met with this now standard answer for what seemed likethe hundredth time, Maya decided that the best way to have her questionsanswered was to find the answers for her self. So one day, while flippingthrough the family Encyclopedias, she came across an article on God.‘God?’ Maya thought, ‘Who is God?’ Is God a person? Where does He live?It seemed that God was a very mysterious person.
 
Maya continued to wonder about God. She remembered that her Sundayschool teacher talked about God, and during church service the preacher would, too, but mostly no one really mentioned WHO HE was. She knewthat HE loved us, and HE does good things for us every day. But who isGod? And where did HE come from? Where is HE now? What is HIS realname?Maya remembered what her parents had taught her about love. Love, theyexplained, is what we do for you. We take care of you, we play with you,and we buy you all of those books. How does God do those things for me,Maya wondered, when I can’t see HIM? HE doesn’t live with me like my parents do; HE doesn’t even tuck me in at night, and HE doesn’t buy me books either. “I wonder, is there is more about love that I haven’t been told?”She had tried to read the Bible, but it was just too hard for her with all of those thees and thous. She had some Bible story books on her shelf, but theydidn’t really answer her questions. It wasn’t until Maya went to stay theweekend at her grandmother house, that she noticed some pictures hangingon the sewing room walls; there were some nice pictures of gardens andscenery, portraits of family members, and one or two of her mother when shewas a little girl; they looked a lot alike, she thought. Then she sawsomething that she had never noticed before. It was a plaque, decorated withengraved flowers and rosebuds, with an old faded black and white photo of grandma and grandpa on their wedding day; and underneath the photo sheread these poetic words:Love suffereth long, and is kind;Love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed upDoth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not its own,Is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endurethall things.Maya read it over and over again until she had it memorized, and when shegot home, she wrote those words down; then she looked up every word in
 
her dictionary. From that day forth she would find herself repeating thosewords and phrases over and over again in her mind. “Love suffers long, andis kind…etc.” until she began to identify with the words and their message.As Maya grew into adolescence, she would weigh the love that was shownto her against her new understanding of love. If she saw that her mother was becoming impatient with her questions, she would say to herself, “Lovesuffers long,” means “patient”. If she saw people being unkind to others, shewould say to herself, “and is kind.” When she discovered that Santa Clauswasn’t real, she said, “but rejoices in the truth.” This was Maya’s “LoveStandard”, and she soon realized that there was no one she knew that couldever meet that standard, and she became a very unhappy young woman.Even so, as a curious young adult, Maya thrived in college, and continued toread every book she could get her hands on, from Dante’s Inferno, to anassortment of romance novels, and even “How To” manuals on topics suchas basic automobile mechanics, to self-help books on meditation. Mayawould boast to her friends that there was nothing she couldn’t do, as long asshe had a book about it. However, she would drift back to the romancenovels; stories of enduring love, and even conquering death; And she wouldmeasure them according to “Her Love Standard.” But she would always prepare herself in advance for disappointment by telling herself, it was justfiction.When she had finally felt that she had read every significant book that shecould find, she then bought a Bible and forced herself to sit down and readit. The language style wasn’t easy to decipher. Even after reading other  books that used the same Old English language, she still had manydifficulties, but despite not being able to really understand most of it, shekept on reading it until she had gone completely through from Genesis toRevelations. Maya now had many questions, but didn’t feel that she knewanyone who could answer them. Even so, she kept some of the things thatshe had read close to her heart, and went on with her life.At some point in time Maya began to look for a new church, one that, atleast, adhered to the 10 Commandments. She explored various types of churches and religions, but soon discovered that there wasn’t one singlechurch that met the bare minimum of both love and the basiccommandments. As it was with trying to find true love, she felt that therewas no true church, either. So, being crushed, because of the lack of true

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