Pogue,
I’m late to put pen to paper for my Monday Musings but some days things just don’t seem to flow and we write then screw up the page and condemn it to the paper bin because it wasn’t invested with the truth, the emotion, the sincerity that we would want others to associate us with. Such was this Monday. But I’m a firm believer that if not forced inspiration will flow, and it did and I was reminded of this.
It has flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare, pure and perfect.
The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss
We all so need to love despite. That our love should cease to be a currency that we spend in exchange for affection or attention hoping we have traded well. It’s a new year coming for us. Could we dare to learn to love recklessly? To spend our currency when we will get a poor return if anything at all? To knowingly walk in the place where the return will be pain and then walk there again? Love of this kind is rare and costly but can only be given freely. Paradox?
Ready for a bruised heart?
Letters To Pogue 
Well, first of all, I had to copy that quote to my facebook wall…profound. Christ had, “reckless love” and He spend it on mankind without any promise of their return love. But if one can believe whole heartily on His love, which I do, one can love the unlovely. My Dad was a mean abusive drunk and when I got married I hardly ever saw him, on purpose. There was no love in my heart toward my Dad, none, he beat it out of me. When he was in his late 50’s he had a massive stroke which rendered him like a child. since he had no one to take care of him, we brought him to where we lived and put him in a nursing home near us. Every time we went to see him I would have an impression that we should bring home to live with us and low and behold the Lord was impressing the same on my husband.
If I had not been praying for him to become a believer in Christ so he would not burn for eternity in hell, and yes, yes, yes, I believe the bible teaches a hell. I knew I did not have to feel love to take care of him but little did I know how God would use my loveless Dad to teach me a lesson that still operates today in my life. You wrote about it, reckless love does not need feelings, only truth to work. And I knew without question that God loved me and Jesus died for me and I could know this because the bible says so and the Holy Spirit in my soul testified to that truth.
We had my Dad four years, he had cancer of the lungs too. My husband gave him the gospel truth, again the night before he died and for a few seconds his mind was clear as a bell and God saved him. Like the thief on the cross, with no works to show for his faith he died the next morning. When they called to tell me, I was stunned because I felt the stirring of God’s love in my heart for my Dad. Romans 5 talks about this. God was growing my faith in Him to do the impossible, to love without feelings, because God loved me first. This an important post Wic…thank you.
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