Maybe I’m slow, but I find this harder than herding hamsters. The “Truth” part I have no problem with – when my baby needs a little truth, I am The Provider! “You snore like a downshifting semi”, and “if American Idol had a support group, you’d be their poster child” are a couple of my recent artistic creations.The real problem is the “love” part of this command.
I’m finding this concept to be a little slippery to nail down, so I ask my 17 year old niece. She tells me “Love is blind”. This doesn’t sound all that desirable to me. Samson was thus the ultimate lover – 2 hot pokers to the eyes and he’s Cupid’s poster pinup. I considered my wife’s snoring. Do I have to neuter all my senses in a mad dash for marital bliss? If yes, how will I know when I’ve crossed the border into the state of Bliss?
Still confused, I ask dad (a pastor), who tells me “The love of money is the root of all evil”. Nothing evil about money, so love is the obvious suspect here. Doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out if you’re worth more than pocket change, adding love is hazardous to your eternal health.
The real problem is that this verse scares me! It means The Provider can no longer shoot from the hip. In my conversations this week with Susan I will practice my “H’s”:
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Doing no harm.
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Speaking with honor, humility, and humor.
Quote of the week “Most marital arguments cannot be resolved” (The Seven Principles for Making Marriage Work
Thoughts?
