I have to ask, as well-intentioned as such warnings likely are, do we really need to go there?
My guess is that my daughter’s kindergarten classmates don’t care.
My guess is that kids who will be going to bed tonight without dinner — never mind without a box of Valentine candy — don’t care.
My guess is that kids who have never known love and affection don’t care.
And then there are the adults — unloved kids who’ve grown older, seniors who have lost loved ones, singles who wait. Do you imagine that they care about the origins of Valentine’s Day?
Look, I like information as much as the next gal, but when’s the last time you were comforted by an Encyclopedia Britannica?
I didn’t think so.
Knowledge is a good thing. It provides us with information which, in this case, may very well confirm that Valentine’s Day has pagan ties.
So, what if it does?
“Aha,” says wisdom, “I’m glad that you asked.”
Wisdom tells me that there’s a world full of hurting and lonely people who need to know that they’re loved more than they need a history lesson.
“If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.” 1 Corinthians 13:2
This is not an indictment of knowledge acquisition. Learning is one of my favorite past times, but knowledge for knowledge’s sake makes one proud.
If knowledge keeps us from loving others as Christ loved us, we don’t have a knowledge problem. We have a love problem.