All day long I hum a tune from Jesus Christ Superstar; it is that haunting showstopper by Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber “I Don’t Know How to Love Him.” Listening to Hannah Richardson sing that song brings goosebumps to the back of my neck and tears to my eyes every time I hear this in my mind. I love all the productions of Sir Webber, but Superstar is my favorite subject. And “Love Him” my favorite song.
As a youth, I grew up in Matthew and early on we were told to choose one verse to accept as a code to live on; I quote Matthew 5:16: “Let your light shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” I love the Sermon on the Mount.
Later in Matthew (22:36-40), this is asked: 36 Master, which is the great commandment in the law? 37 Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. 38 This is the first and great commandment. 39 And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. 40 On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.
And as I read further and into Luke,” 25 And, behold, a certain lawyer stood up, and tempted him, saying, Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life? 26 He said unto him, What is written in the law? how readest thou? 27 And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbor as thyself.”
Often times sung; many times meaningless. Most times by rote!!! And I do not mean this by disrespect, but when I was able to attend church, I did look from my prayer leadership position to see people doing things other that praying. I am not condemning, but prayer can be automatic without meaning.
Just recently was in the hospital with a cardiac scare and my Episcopal priest came to pray with me. He knows I am one who prays all the time; he knows how much I love all people and pray for them much more than I pray for myself. I love all animals, although I have this unnatural fear of horses. It dates way back to 1953 when one stepped on my foot.
Getting back to loving God; I am just like Mary Magdelane, I feel as if I don’t know how to Love God. We have what men wrote being the Lord’s Prayer; memorized, repeated, prayed, spoken, silently, out loud,
“I don’t know how to Love Him.” With Magdalene it was Jesus, with me it is God; I say or think the words. . . deeply. . . heartfelt. . . loving, but is it true? Is it real? I Don’t Know How! I Don’t know How?
Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.
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