I read somewhere that a new Guinness World Record has been set for the world’s shortest sermon.  An Episcopal priest stood up one Sunday morning, walked to his pulpit, stood there for a moment, and said one word: “LOVE.” Then he sat down.  I know, some of you would like me to attempt a sermon like that one day.  But it is not that easy.  The word “love” is capable of many different meanings.  Love is what a mother gives to her children.  Love is what a thrice-divorced Hollywood actress is supposed to have for a five-times divorced actor.  Love is what two high school students, parked in a automobile on a lonely road on a dark night are supposed to have.  Love is what a heroic soldier who gives his life for another’s in wartime is supposed to have.  Love is what God is supposed to have for …