“For God so loved the world…” Love. We’ve all but worn the word out. This morning I used love to describe my feelings toward my wife and toward peanut butter. Far from identical emotions. I’ve never proposed to a jar of peanut butter (though I have let one sit on my lap during a television show.) Overuse has defused the word, leaving it with the punch of a butterfly wing. Biblical options sill retain their starch. Scripture employs an artillery of terms for love, each one calibrated to reach a different target.