This thing called Agape love. It is the most infectious thing I have ever had.
You want to live there like Dr. Zhivago?
I love you, now get over it.
There is a substantial group of us men that just plain love you. Somehow some way we got Agape. I love some married women. Shoot and by golly I love all married women. I am not a pervert but I love your children and mine. I love beggars and homeless and good writers and bad and even politicians and tax collectors and evil no gooders.
Let me apologize right up front. I love heinous crime committers and I even love you. Do not blush.
Don't you worry about me. I know that loving folk like that is nasty business. I know I got normal issues. I know you look at me funny like a bird in a crazy cage. But all that is alright by me. While I would like you to be happy and filled with agape love -- my happiness and love is not contingent on that.
Well I am a kind of man.......
I am going down a dark holler road. Ichibod Crane got it all on me.
It is cold and the trremblin leaves are scaring me half to death. The light from the full moon opens more fear than light. Life rustles. And I am lost. But my big sister grabs my hand and leads me across a bridge across a stream in the meadow in the holler. We are on our way to the outhouse. She is strength and I am weakness. She is love and I am reliant on that love. A held hand as a owl hoots and screeches and we hear the sounds of bats clearing the air. Cicadas and crickets make mocking noises and frogs and toads hammer in. A dark shadow off a tree limb looks like a spook coming for me.
This is my truth. Know my youth. But my sister loved and loves me. Not only as a sibling but Agape. This is good and graceful.
Happy road at day, nasty, scary holler at night.
Well that big sibling is agape.
She does not love me for my position. She does not love me for blood -- I am adopted. She does not love me for memories, some of ours are painful. She does not love me because she has too. She does not love me for we are kindred spirits. She kind of loves me through the Holy Spirit.
But she loves me most for agape. We share and we love and she is awesome and I reckon I ain't too bad my own self.
So you think agape. Think just our indwelling ability to love.
Amen to Dena my eldest sister. She is good and is the Godmother of my youngest. And she is in my mind a Minister of love. She is out there. Even more ethereal than I. That is neato!! She walks and flowers turn their bounty to see her loveliness. And suns bow at her sincerity. Those who know her love her in agape.
Do you get it yet?
Do you love just because the other exists?
I reckon I got Love for all of them here. But sometimes it is hard.
Love and lust
Let me tell you there is a difference. I have a live in 25 year old nephew that does not have lust like a normal person. Of course we discuss it. I am his uncle and I love him. The danged young man is pure of heart. No no he is no saint. Lust is just something not in him.
I am 55. I have a wonderful wife. I lost out on lust about 8 years ago. Oh no doubt I lust my wife. But that is because I love her to itsy bitsy pieces and am just over joyed at her and our young son. I mean like "whatever" I just love her from earth to sun. Yes there is some lust there. Truth!
But mainly we live off agape love. She is a little pin head rule oriented gal. I try to touch down to earth a few times a day to drive or make dinner or pick up our child from preschool. But otherwise I am not around you folk, I am "over there" outstanding in my field. Sometimes most literally " over there out standing there in my field".
But we kind of move together differently. More like a tango than a waltz.
Do you love folk?
Is Agape to you something meaning --- full?
Your children and Agape love.
I have a dozen folk that i could see as my children. I have four biological children. And I have more than a dozen congregational children. hihihihi. They are not my children. They are my friends and agape lovers. I do not own them. Shoot I do not even guide them. I just love them.
Hippies and suit and ties, and liberals and conservatives and spiritual and atheists. They come to me by way of childhood. Truth be known I come to them the same; naked and unwashed and unadulterated and not better than them.
We all share some experiences. We have grown together.
Parents, let this happen. Uncles and Aunts and Godparents, let this happen. Accept our children as though you accept me. Look not down but share your vision and let them share yours.
I have some mentors. And they totally ignorantly claim I am theirs - ;-)
My pappa was a genius and had about four doctorates, ( I am still looking for one from Loyola) He and I talked all through his eighties. He taught me much and we worked on some WIPO boards together. Well damndest thing, about a year after his death a note/letter surfaced to me. That old rat dog, claimed I was the best teacher he ever did have.
That my friends is Agape love. Let your children know that you are their student.
What is the truth of who we love?
I reckon that just loving is enough.
I got no crystal ball. I got no ultimate vision. I got nothing to give. I am just me, soaking wet and in need of food and a warm place to lie down.
That is a really nice place to be. Look at my shiny new car? Look at my fancy new suit? Look at my trophy wife and beautiful home in the suburbs? Look at my growing congregation? Look at how my children gather round and adore me? Well I ain't got those.
I got you babe. I got Agape love. I do not go one whole minute without loving all of you.
This agape love is already reserved for you.
I am afraid to tell you though it is like a coupon for a discount that has an expiration date. The only thing required to redeem it is that you use it. But here is the good news. That expiration date is your expiration date.
It does not matter when you get on the train of agape love. It does not matter if you get off of it from time to time. It only matters that you use it before you expire. And it is a free coupon, not a discount coupon. You do not need one penny to redeem it.
Well here is some more news. If you read this all the way through then you may have just accidentally given some agape love. You see we all know I love visitors, silent or commenting or yelling at me. Just visiting makes me happy. So you just made me happy. Thank you much.