Love Island Teaches Us More About Jesus' Love than the Average Christian Sermon

by SoupWanderer /


Love Island is a show that has captured my interest ever since the world started watching it during the COVID-19 pandemic. The premise is sickeningly schmaltzy. A dozen hot British (although the franchise has gone international) people do nothing but lounge around in pools wearing fast-fashion bikinis most likely assembled by women in the Global South while trying to find that one thing every person craves under alienated capitalist society: true love!

When one first starts watching the show, you feel really, really good about yourself. No matter how dense or helpless you may consider yourself to be, you can rest assured that your depth as a human being most likely surpasses the people on this show, who are quite frankly dumb as rocks. All the women describe their desired type as “tall, dark and handsome”, and yet pretty much the only men this show sends in look like this:


Don’t even get me started on the disparity in looks between the men and the women! But that’s for another time. Most people who watch Love Island consider their viewership sinful; the implication is that being invested in the everyday shenanigans of this vapid bunch is something we should all be ashamed of. Yet personally, I consider Love Island to be redeeming to humanity - the deeper you go, the more self reflection it invites. At the beginning, you feel incredibly smug about yourself - watching these people flit about and sometimes talk for minutes on end about nothing other than how attracted they are to each other, you have to wonder: “Am I… better? Than… everyone?” And you certainly can’t be blamed for feeling that way! One is probably watching this show with friends, reflecting on how their everyday conversations are much deeper and more introspective. But this horribly shallow process, the “getting-to-know-you” stage, invites this sort of reaction precisely because we are self-conscious about our own shallow conversations that are simply not on display for the world to see. Think of the way one comports themselves in a brand new environment, be it a workplace, a school club, or a new partner’s family. Can many of us really say that our ice-breaker conversations are much more deep and profound than those of the people on this show? And as the show progresses, we do actually become invested in the people on this show. This season I fell in love with the emotionally intelligent gems Teddy and Millie, and the boundlessly effusive Jake and Liberty. I was incredibly let down by the flawed and fierce Faye, who struggles with so much self-loathing that she has to be cruel to those around her. I was disgusted by the actions of men like Liam and Tyler, who seriously made me consider the case for a matriarchal society. And I was baffled by the duo of Toby the clueless himbo, and the shrewd marketing executive Chloe, who for some reason fell for him. And ultimately, I do believe that Love Island forces us to turn a mirror upon ourselves and realize that none of us is more deserving of divine salvation than another. Merely by the way that the show displays people at their best and their worst (and the worst can be truly despicable), we are forced to confront our own past sins and follies. Some of them are more egregious than others, but I hearken again to the lesson of the Good Samaritan; are we really better than these people on the side of the road? If we ourselves are single, can we really say we are incapable of recognizing the desire for love and the mistakes we make to end our own loneliness? And if we are in a relationship, can we look upon its course and remark that it has been seamless and without trial? And when we see devastating breakups and affairs, do they not remind us that love itself is about opening your heart up to the possibility of ruin? Half of Love Island is about watching people who are very bad at being in relationships trying to discover how to actually make a relationship work with the person that they love - only every messy step is cast into stark relief on national television.

And for all the mess and drama, some people really do end happily. Some of these couples end up married and now have children. I think that when they do work out, they really exemplify how love is a feeling that is universal to us all - even the most foolish, vapid, and doltish people can find a permanent life partner. The path to that union is almost never perfect, but somehow they have managed to arrive. When it comes to falling in love (and sometimes even staying in it), Love Island shows us that no one is really better than anyone else at it. We may think ourselves much more noble and grand than the people on the screen, but their subsequent bonds humble us deeply - whether by reminding us of our own shortcomings, by showing us legitimate love in the face of all doubt, or by showcasing the shocking heartbreak that no one is safe from if they choose to love. It reminds us that in many of life’s emotional pursuits, anyone can end up battered and bloody on the side of the road - which is precisely why we must embody the Good Samaritan and extend our hand.