Love's Labor

To love—even when that love is breaking our heart—means something. Holiness happens there.

Walking through the halls of a skilled care facility, I passed by a man and a woman huddled close together at the edge of a common area. The woman sat serenely in a wheelchair, smiling vacantly at the man.

The man—her husband I assumed—had placed a small tape player on an adjacent table. Big Band tunes drifted from the tiny speaker. I heard him say to h…