It is love that puts the other first, even to the point of sacrifice. Such sacrifice may not always be great, but it is always real and concrete. On Friday it may mean death on the cross, on Thursday it may only involve washing another’s dirty feet. In fact, it rarely involves some great act, but it always involves many small acts of service. We not only lay down our life by jumping in front of a speeding car to push someone out of the way, we also lay it down by emptying the dish washer so someone can watch their favorite show. The point is, love is not necessarily a feeling but a concrete laying down our life, our own willfulness and self-seeking, for another’s well being.