Everything you've ever done led to this moment.

Every prayer, every fast, every tear on the floor, every night you spoke in tongues until your lungs burned,

until you ran out of breath trying to reach me, you pleaded my name, you pleaded my blood, you repeated me,

like a formula ending prayers with me, like if you said it

enough I would move. But hear me now. Without love, it is nothing. Nothing. If you speak with the tongues

of angels but do not love, you are noise. If you plead my blood but do not love, you do not know what you are pleading.

If you call my name but do not love, you do not know my name. Love is not the accessory.

It is the engine. It works. Love works. Love works the miracles. Love raises the dead heart. It breaks the curse. It restores the family.

It casts out fear. It changes your life. You cannot manufacture this. You can't shout it into existence.

You can't sweat it out of heaven. You are it and you become it.

And when you love, when you are love, I move.

I love you.