Eric's Sunday Sermon; Me Too
Well That Is Love From a Big Sister
A Look at the 2's
The word too is a marvelous word. And we must always be careful not to confuse it with two or to. “The boy was too young” got past my spell/grammar computer check. ‘The boy was to young’ did not get past my computer check as a little blue line rebuked me. Although as is often the case with the 2’s you notice just that, the line is blue instead of red. Red of course meaning misspelling. Notice I used 2’s as a representative of all four.
I too have too little time on my hands to worry about those two. (Commas?)
Well what does all this have to do with my sermon which is past due? The word has two meanings that are relevant to faith and love. In addition too, as in also and exceedingly as in inordinately. Are you living in love? I am too. I have too much love. And we notice that we somehow normally think of “too” in the second sense as more than a good amount but in love there is no such thing so it means a whole bunch.
Me too. And that sounds awkward and probably not a full sentence. But we like the notion of the also when speaking in love. It reminds us that we all have some love in our hearts and there is always another out there and we are connected in that love like a ‘me too’.
Personally I have a problem with ‘very’ and ‘too’ as I use them more than I should. But what am I supposed to do when someone recognizes me and compliments me. Those two acts done in love really make my day and lift me up. So a simple thank you will not do and a thank you much is weak so it just must be a thank you very much. Very is just like too in that sense. And thanks is really too little because we must meet the love with a compliment back so I say ‘you are too kind’. And I mean it. And I do not think that is too over the top.
I reckon that is enough on the 2’s.
Elvis, thank you!
The Face of Love
Too Little Contact With Others
There was a man who was a hermit and lived out in the woods in a small cabin. He had a horse, two cows, some chickens, two dogs and three goats. He had a productive garden and a small clear stream. He would hunt once a year for meat along with a chicken from time to time. There was no other human for 100 miles. He was not damaged in some way that made him run from society. Rather he ran to his nature.
So we ask if this man can truly be loving another. Does it take proximity? Does it require reciprocation? And can loving nature be enough?
I believe that these are questions to ponder. It would seem that any answer would begin “to me”. For can one man judge another man’s love? How about someone answers “he is too alone to love anyone”. For me there is no notion of proximity in love. If God is love then love is omnipresent and omnipotent and alpha and omega. So if our hermit loves his mother then his being out there too far away means nothing.
And this little story brings home another point too. Are our dead loved ones too far away for us to love? And the reverse are we too far away to be loved by those who have passed? Of course I would say, no way.
Perhaps finding all the love one needs, in nature, is not too crazy of a notion. It has been my long held belief that stewardship of our earth is a two way street of love. It is the joy of being asked for help with the joy of giving it. Yes indeed we ask nature for help and she asks us for help in return. It works for me and I work for it.
In the balance I would say that the hermit has too much alone and too little together.
“Me too, me too, I want some!” For some reason that phrase always makes me smile. That exuberant desire to be included. So often when we hear young people say that the desire for ‘some’ is far surpassed by the desire to be a part of whatever is going on. And for most of us that desire even runs too far as we will compromise ourselves in order to be that ‘part of’.
Bringing all that back to the hermit. Perhaps in nature we are never called upon to compromise beliefs and morals and values or even love. And yet in society we are even called upon to compromise nature. I think that for most of us if we are thoughtful we can find a balance without too much of anything. Perhaps through prayer and supplication the hermit might help another, but I do not think that cuts the cake all by itself.
In my thought and belief we have no choice but to actually interact and help others. Isolation, which I love dearly, is self-interest. Monks on mountain tops do not do the love thing for me. Self-righteous self-interest is at play. We think of Mother Theresa. Sure we can just feel the love, but we can really feel it when it is combined with direct action to help another.
Elvis Only Won Grammies for His Gospel Songs
Just Plane Interesting
Let It Overflow
Open expressing of our love for our fellow man can be too much. We note that this is not to say that we can have too much love in our hearts. Many a thinker has concluded that that which comes from our mouth is what over flows from our hearts. Probably foul vulgarity suggest something dark going on inside of us. Lifting another up probably suggest an abundance of love. I like that concept because it takes the “watch your mouth” out of the equation and creates the notion of “watch your heart”.
It is interesting to note that many people cry when being hit with too much love. It is kind of a cool thing. The welling up of the “emotion” of love. We put that in quotes because we recognize that our emotions of love are just a tiny bit of love as love is much larger than just how we feel. Here is one for nature as I cannot watch a small child playing and laughing with puppies without crying tears of love and happiness.
And so we wonder about too much love. If you are just in a state of bliss and feeling like anything is possible and you share that with a minister they will say you are filled with the Holy Spirit. Tell that to a shrink and they will declare you manic and medicate you so you are more “normal”. That bulletproof euphoria when “in” too much love, is not necessarily something we need to make too social. Maybe at that point we need to take a page from the hermit. Nature seems to like giddiness, whereas bosses generally do not.
So we thought it would be fun to look at “too much” and love. I hope all the too talk was not too much.
(For our grammar and punctuation experts – leave a note about the use of single and double quotation marks, I think I stretched the rules a bit here)