Love – Kahlil Gibran
In Kahlil Gibran’s beautiful book, Jesus the Son of Man, he has created a fictitious but beautiful story; and sometimes fiction are more factual than facts. Mary Magdalene looks out of her window and sees Jesus sitting in her garden under the tree. The man is beautiful. She had known many men, she was a famous prostitute – even kings used to knock at her door – she was one of the loveliest flowers. But she had never known such a man, because a person like Jesus carries an invisible aura around him that gives him a beauty of something of the other world, he doesn’t belong to this world. There was light around him, the way he walked, the way he sat, as if he were an emperor in the robes of a beggar.
He looked so much of another world that Magdalene asked her servants to and invite him, but Jesus refused. He said, “I am okay here. The tree is beautiful and very shady.”
Then Magdalene had to go herself as ask. She could never believe that anybody would refuse her request. She said come into my house and be my guest.”
Jesus said, “I have already come into your house, I have already become a guest. Now there is no need.”
She could not understand. She said, “No, come, and don’t refuse me, nobody has ever refused me. Can’t you do such a little thing? Become my guest. Eat with me today and stay with me this night.”
Jesus said, “I have accepted. And remember, those who say they have accepted you have never accepted you; and those who tell you that they love you, none of them has ever loved you. And I tell you, I love you and only I can love you.” But he would not enter the house; rested, he left.
Love is not something you can do; it is the quality of your being. Only those whose need to be needed has disappeared can love.