What comes to mind when you hear the word “supernatural”? Miraces? Angels? I have to confess that don’t particularly like the S-word, as it sounds a lot more at home in the world of Plato than it does in the world of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
I find this becomes particularly problematic when it comes to the subject of love.
The apostle Paul affirmed, “If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.” If anything were to be regarded as “supernatural” then, should indiscriminate “love” not rank first? If we consider the Spirit to be “supernatural” and the highest mark of the Spirituality to be an outpouring of love, then surely love is as “supernatural” as things come.
And yet, love comes without the Hollywood effects that we have come to associate with the word “supernatural”. I can only conclude then, that our expectations are out of order. Maybe we should re-examine what we mean by the words “supernatural” and “love” so that each are finally recognised as the highest expression of the other.