I Want to Know What Love Is

I never listen to popular music, at least the kind that has lyrics. The hits just keep on comin' and I get confused.

But in late 1984, I traveled to Wickenburg, Ariz., to spend the Christmas holidays with my mother, sister and her family. One night I drove alone a few miles out of town to the top of a high hill away from any man-made lights just to see again the incredible display of God's universe on a desert night. The car radio was on and I was sitting on a rock next to the open door enthralled by the beauty of the stars.

A song came on the radio, I Wanna Know What Love Is by Foreigner. You remember it—very '80s rock, but with a mesmerizing chorus:
"I wanna know what love is...
"I want you to show me..."

OK. It's not exactly Shakespeare. And I'd been a believer for more than a decade by then, and I had experienced the love of God in a deep way. So, why was I weeping?...

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