Love is strong as death, and jealousy is cruel as the grave. It's fierce language about love - not sentimental, not gentle, but powerful and unstoppable. Love consumes you. It can't be bought or negotiated.
We sanitize love in modern Christianity sometimes. We make it nice and manageable and reasonable. But this verse says: no, love is wild. It's powerful. It can be destructive if misdirected. It's not safe.
My mother's love was like that - fierce and overwhelming and sometimes destructive in its intensity. But it was also real in a way that softer loves weren't. This verse validates that kind of love - acknowledges that it's powerful and overwhelming and sometimes frightening, and also sacred.
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