Saturday, May 14, 2011

Tears, Two Kinds of Love and Being Inside Another's Skin


Tears are requiem enough for the losses we endure.

Frankly, they're all we have - they emend misplaced guilt, and most guilt is misplaced, because it's often the sanctity of love gone wrong. Sometimes we make mistakes because we love. We certainly grieve because we love.

In adjusting to life as it happens, today, know that the tears of a trillion flecks of emotion are always enough.

Then, healing commences, remains... continues.

Slowly God is known; the humble peace that transcribes understanding into language we can partake of.
We nod quietly in agreement - our worlds are a mess, but God stands by us. Tears are the Lord's gift for coping, adjusting to, and honouring such a confused and often overwhelming life.

Tender Love and Tough Love

Trust is a huge contingency in all successful relationships.

As we relate with people - loved ones, fellows, colleagues and peers - it is only a matter of time before the smoothed words and faked smiles bridge the chasm of authenticity... then, can the relationship survive the impending conflict? Trust, as has been mentioned, is the key.

We cannot enjoy the saliency of tender love without enduring, first, the agency of tough love.

In more plain terms, if the relationship cannot get past the awkward truths that threaten to stifle it, it cannot enjoy the flourishing trust and respect that necessarily profits from the fire of genuine rapport.

So, tough love comes first. Well... first inauthentic love - then trust-issued conflict veiled as tough love - then, conditional on humble reception, tender love as a result of tough love.

We can know the true sense of 'brothers and sisters in arms' type of love only after enduring the darkest days that awaken the dawn.

Whether it's walking in someone else's moccasins or insisting on truth in relationships, we can know there is a time for both if the relationship is real.

Climbing Inside Another's Skin

The shut-in patient lies there coldly, but only as it seems, inclined as they are on their bed, awake but unable to respond. Family are there in abundance. Doctors and nurses too. The mood is harsh with consternation. Everyone it appears has a view of what the patient needs.

Yet how can they know?

The science of trial and error is imposed on the patient. They're the ones experiencing the pain and discomfort, not to mention exposure; dignity has been sold for a long forgotten pittance.

How many act in courageous empathy... bold compassion... love by broad means?

How must it feel for the person laying on that bed... the person with feelings just like you and I?
God asks us to see from their eyes... to hear from their ears... to sense as only they'd sense... to climb inside their skin.

How's it sound, look or feel from there?

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