Eric’s Sunday Sermon; Our Right To Talk To Love
Just a Love Flower
Perhaps there are some that just think love is a kind of chemical and brain function thing hormones secrete via the posterior lobe of the pituitary gland and we label it Oxytocin. But I always love the chicken and the egg questions about the brain. Does something happen and so the brain reacts or does the brain go goo goo and it makes us react. No matter what they say full on love does not work that way.
Maybe sex stuff works that way. That makes sense and in fact that makes for pleasure. I have been married twice, both for over 15 years to date. Check it out. In my country it is average to file for divorce at seven years of marriage. So love ends at seven but I am just lucky? Well for sure I am lucky as my ladies are full on awesome and now my bride is starting to like my old old lady. Well that only took a decade for her insecurity subside. The difference in their age is a bit over 20 years. My elder daughter is closer in age to my princess than I and further in age from her little brother than to me. My son is 8 and the uncle to a sixteen year old, or something like that.
I am a dude that just has one love partner. I understand there are these things called “affairs”, what a weird term for multiple sex partners. “Stay out of my affairs” he yells. What about babies? I have no figure on that with multiple mates.
In some foreign land I was sent a lightning bolt. It just went right through my brain and heart and melded the two. We accept the ancient notion that we call where love resides the heart. Makes no sense accept for tradition. It really is a “being” thing and not a place thing. I like love residing in my home thing the most but folks look at me funny when I say “I love you from the bottom of my home”.
Yesterday my boy and I went all out for the “fun” thing. A rather big hike and other stuff. “Dad I don’t like doing some stuff but I like doing them with you”. And of course I melted like butter in a pan at 200 degrees.
What is this strange “affair” we have with love? Some say that God is a jealous God? Maybe I am having “affairs” with people on earth. If you can wrap your head around that, then I reckon your Oxytocin level is better than mine. Or is it the other way around?
For Sure Love is Timeless
Cutting Love Out
So I am one of those 2.5 billion folks who associate with Christ as our Lord. We do OK I think. Some of us grab and hold on tightly to an idea that Christ said, it was written up by one of his student buddies. We call him John. I really can’t speak to the exact nature of the relationship. But John wrote the article that is published in our Bible that pretty much establishes God and Love being the same.
I simply get up in the morning “in” Love. It sometimes makes me an unproductive slob. Not quite the sin of sloth but close I suppose. People close to me like me better when I am in love. Outside of that cocoon I can get downright ugly. Funny thing there as sometimes I get hired to be downright nasty and I focus on it and am quite “productive” at it. If you want me to get out of the love mode and into the tear your head off nasty mode just send me a thousand or two. I wonder if that makes me a “lady of the night”?
So we are sliding backwards into talking to love. We have a term in trekking. When you go up a powdery snow slope or a sand dune each step goes back about half of what you stepped. Same with walking up a river. Sometimes I like to come at concepts that way. I learned a long time ago that trudging in such a fashion lets you slow down and look around.
Now I love salt. Sea water has a bunch of salt. Most cooked foods need some salt. Two of my favorites are apples with salt and watermelon with salt. I had a couple of blood pressure readings that were high. I think we called it “pre” hypertension. So it was obvious that I ditch the salt. Like in about two weeks I was into it and pleased and substitutions were awesome. No processed foods with salt and no cooking with or adding salt. And I kept up my exercise dealy bob.
I hope most get that salt concept. For sure my blood pressure dropped and I felt fine, until I did not. Cramping happened in just about every area of my body, literally from my toes to my head. Not occasional but routine cramping that took at least an hour a day of stretching to resolve and more Ibuprofen than a horse should take. Well let me tell you folks, you need salt. How much and what kind is up to you. That straight forward white or processed foods I call white death. But now I spend at least a half hour a day sweating salt out and luxuriate in salt of a kind of natural kind. I have not had a cramp since.
Both My Babies!
Just Boom, Boom, Boom
Talk To Me Lord
After my first wife insisted we not be married anymore and she had her eyes on another, I gave up that kind of love. Why could anything hurt so bad be good? I think it took a year or so but my heart started cramping up on me. Kind of my physical one but of course I mean my loving one.
Living without the spice of loving another in a marriage kind of way is not good for you. Now do not jump to conclusions here please. I will always feel the love of my lovers. I find no need to feel empty and hurt at loss of mutual love with a lady. How about over fifty years to get there? I am a slow learner. But that is the super duper great thing about that love. I now can love my wife without the worry of the hollowness of “if she left me”. The love is no longer attached but a blood flow in my body. I have no right to put a responsibility on another to love me back. Reciprocity in love is a total non-starter.
So In Love we finish
I get to speak to love. Neat how that has a double meaning. But I wake up in the morning sit on my bed and breath deep and chat a bit with love, which to my lazy brain means God. We just toss around ideas for the day. We may even argue a bit. But before I rise up we have a plan. Of course we know that man plans and God laughs. But my plan for the day is a collaboration with love. We have a teamwork and synergism going downtown. Sometimes I scream at love. Sometimes love screams back. But we slam no doors or walk out on our honest to God honesty with each other.
You see I do not just have a right to speak with love, I have a duty and obligation. How would you like it if your loved one did not talk to you? So I keep my door open and my telephone line cleared so love and I can talk any old time.