I feel nostalgic on holidays, birthdays, rainy days, and yes, even Mondays. My mind retreats to bygone days and simpler times. I especially remember the “firsts” in my life. There is something remarkable about “firsts.” I believe they are precious and Divinely inspired. “Firsts” happen only once and are irreplaceable.
I particularly remember my first love. I was 10. My heart pounded when I thought of him. I couldn’t wait to see him—hear his voice. We’d talk for hours about nothing in particular. I loved this feeling and I wanted it to last forever.
There’s something remarkable about first love–it is not sexual or sensual—it is sacred and pristine. It is like what the old Ivory Soap slogan promises, “99/100 percent pure.” There is an innocence about it that makes it beautiful. In first love, we give our hearts totally, trust completely, and hope fully. There is no second-guessing—we simply love and are grateful for love in return.
But somehow, we get caught up in the external trappings of life and love is lost—leaving us with a huge void in our hearts that causes us to wonder what went wrong with what we thought was perfect and real, and we spend our days trying to rekindle the feeling of first love.
The Church at Ephesus was enthusiastic in the beginning. Their hallmark had been their love for Christ and for one another. They loved to worship, they loved to fellowship, they loved teaching and being taught. Then their love waned, the thrill of service diminished, and they abandoned their first love.
As Christians, we can never forget our first love and the way we loved at first. We must always remember when we first saw the light; recall when we first believed; and, that the heart of the God that loved us first — anxiously awaits to take us back!!