I am a horrible person for whom to buy presents. “Gifts” is not my primary love language; “Acts of Service” is. My husband could have saved so much money when we were dating by forgoing flowers and jewelry. I feel loved when he vacuums out the car or makes me a salad. I teared up a little on Mother’s Day—not because my kids gave me a gift but because someone had put a fresh roll of toilet paper on the holder. To commemorate the moment, I snapped a picture. (I also fought the urge to post the picture on social media lest I arouse the jealousy of moms everywhere.)

Have you ever wondered what God’s love language is? Maybe it’s “Words of Affirmation,” because in the Bible he reminds us of his love for us. Or perhaps it’s “Quality Time,” because as we linger in prayer, meditate on his Word, and worship, our relationship with him is strengthened. What about “Physical Touch”? Is that one reason he gave us the bread and wine—his body and blood—in the Lord’s Supper?

Let’s read what the apostle Paul has to say: “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8). 

Before I was baptized, before I made a public proclamation of my faith, while I was still God’s enemy, Christ died for me. He gave his life for me. Is there a greater act of service than that?