I have been reading alot of Ernest Hemingway lately.
He had a great capacity for love and he loved greatly. Sadly (to me), he took his own life in the end.
Does love allow for such a compromise?
What is love that we may know when we have compromised?
This past week we opened our study of the Song of Songs. Right out of the gate we witness a love that is operating with deep passion.
We read in chapter 1, verses 1-4, of a woman who longs for her lover, whose character and ability to love is without blemish and celebrated.
We could dismiss this as unrealistic and fanciful and simply enjoy it as a pretty poem of love.
But……..hmmmmmm…….it is a pretty little poem of love that, considering all that was left out, is in the Bible.
The Bible. God making himself known. To us. In this poem.
Perhaps God has something to say objectively about love — about passionately loving.
Perhaps the Creator holds the rights to love and its expression between mortals.
Perhaps its a bit more than a pretty little poem. Perhaps it is a design.
Does someone desire you? Why? What would they say? And would what they say be worth desiring?
How do you know what is desirable in another?
Who holds the rulebook?
Your feelings? Your hormones? Your vulnerability? Your loneliness?
Does sex satisfy love? Or does love make sex satisfactory? What makes sex satisfactory? To a man? To a woman?
Does someone desire you? Why? What would they say?
How far would you be willing to go in order to love another? (In such a Way that the lover flourishes.)
To what lengths would you go to be able to be loved? (In such a Way that the loved flourishes.)
You see how all these questions depend on your experience and current understanding of love.
Who taught you? What is your example?
How have you compromised the idea of love?
How have you been compromised by this world’s idea of love?
Should love ever involve compromise?
How do you know?