(they say it sounds prettier in French and Italian)
Yesterday I wrote to a friend and told her that love manifests itself in gestures and attitudes.
And today I woke up with this in my head:
I have always found love interesting, especially because of the kind of life I have had. It is difficult to accept that God loves me having a life like the one he gave me.
I have done many things and I have had many interesting experiences with people who claim to love, for example, when I arrived here my mother-in-law kept repeating to my wife that I loved her but at the time she did not have to eat only once a day and eat mango with salt, (yes, as surprising as it may seem, we ate once a day and the only thing we ate was mango with salt) my mother-in-law living in the same house made very elaborate meals and did not give us even a spoonful. I remember a lot at night that sometimes she would fry half a kilo of tequeños and eat them and not give us a single one but she kept repeating daily to my wife that I loved her.
I also remember one time we had a meeting of a group of plant lovers that we didn't join online and the day came and we were working hard to get the place ready and I, who almost never ask for help, thought of asking him for help (yes). , to my mother-in-law) and her response was "I didn't invite people."
My very few friends when I arrived in this city wrote to me to joke (and gossip) for a while but when things got rough if only one, only every three or four months, leaving a message about how much they loved me. This is pretty crazy (and pretty cruel)
The thing is, everything about love is pretty strange. Jesus never told his disciples that he loved them but he did it all.
And as I said to that girl I wrote to her yesterday, "although sometimes love must be expressed with money, other times with just gestures a lot of love is shown."
Jonathan did not go out of his way to tell David that he loved him, but he made his own father an enemy to support David (making it clear that this man knew that David was a man of God, chosen, and knew that the truth and God himself were On David's side, it's not like we're going to support and sacrifice everything for some fucking crazy guy we call a friend).
Jonathan's love was so great that King David told him: "Your love was more wonderful to me than the love of women" (2 Samuel 1:26) And no, David was not homosexual, he just met a person who without once saying "I love you" or "I love you very much", exposed even his own life to death.
And it's not that it's bad to say "I love you" I have done it but I am more and more careful and when I say it to God I am even more careful because according to my Bible if I love Him I must despise even my own life. Despise my dreams no matter how nice they seem.
A "different" gospel has arisen there that says that God is going to fulfill all our dreams, that is a super heresy (but people love it and that is why those churches are packed)
The truth is that if we truly love God we must give up all our dreams and everything that pleases us and even our own family.
I love God a little and when I saw that my parents were allowing crazy things at the altar and allowing super strange things in the churches I had to tell them on every occasion even though it cost me to be execrated from the church and considered a rebel and antagonist.
The thing is that it sounds nice to say I love you, and that's why we are so irresponsible when using that word.
At this moment a memory comes to mind when, without an official position, I helped in a praise group at the church where my parents are pastors and as I have already said, our house is located above the church, on the first floor is the church and above is the home.
The truth is that after services I went home quickly because I'm not much of a talker. Well, there was a woman from the praise group who, after I went up to the house from below, shouted at me "My Romeo, my Romeo, look out the window (there is a large window in the house that coincides with the door of the church)" and at me She shouted "I love you my Romeo" (it was clear to everyone that it was nothing like a couple or falling in love because she was already married but she said she loved me very much)
After a few weeks that she began to do that, my mother told me "Be careful, that woman, she doesn't love you at all nor does she have any affection for you because all week she asks to speak to the pastor and talks bad about you."
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God did not give an example of what love is. We have a man suffering horrible suffering and a horrible death for us without once saying "I love you."
And if he loves strange because he says that he "scourges everyone whom he receives as a son" but he whips them for good because faithful are the wounds of the one he loves.
On the other hand, those people who say they love God but remain immobile when bitches and heretics are teaching a rubbish gospel make me laugh. If we truly love God, we are going to be jealous of him. One of the ways Jesus showed love to his father was when he beat those people into the temple. But those people who do not say anything about today's heretics, false prophets and false teachers so that they do not see them as ugly do not love God. They don't love God, what they love is to be seen well by people.
Others who see hundreds of injustices in the church and do not say anything so that the pastor does not remove them from leadership and do not execrate him (like Sunday), they do not love God even if in a song they die crying saying Jesus I love you. They don't love God, they love his position and being well seen by people.
I saw someone say recently "Wisdom and intelligence and not being seen as bad Christians is the perfect excuse for cowardly Christians."
And I repeat, I'm not a Grinch, I do say the word "I love you" but as the years go by I say it less and demonstrate it more with actions and in God's way and putting God first. Because perhaps my parents thought it wasn't love when I told them that they behaved like a feverish woman when in less than a year they had already left one ministry, entered another, and left that last one as well.
Maybe they thought I didn't love them when I told them that I didn't think a woman who the whole neighborhood knew beat her husband was still leading the praise. Maybe they thought it wasn't love when I told them that the girl I found having sex in the middle of preaching didn't seem to me like she was still leading youth services. Maybe it didn't seem right to you when I told you that many things didn't seem right to me that I don't want to continue telling because there are too many, but the first and greatest love is for God.
Yes, I love, but God first.
OH THE LOVE, l'amour, amore
More than words, more than shouting it, they are gestures, attitudes and actions.
I REPEAT: I DO NOT READ COMMENTS ON WHAT I POST IN THE GROUPS, I ONLY READ THE COMMENTS MADE TO ME ON MY PERSONAL FACE.
It makes me laugh that I always put this in my posts but when I see the Facebook notifications "They have commented on your post from such a group", and I say to myself "it's because of these people that the shampoo comes with instructions and that the manuals for the new cars They say that it is not okay to drink battery acid" (DAAAA!) and when I see those notifications I just pray to God that those who comment are not Venezuelans because I pray a lot for the people of my country and I can accept that others are stupid but I It hurts a lot when the stupid person is a Venezuelan. 🙂 -That's it, I've already earned them commenting but to destroy me but since I'm not going to read them, eyes that don't see a heart that doesn't feel 🙂
Well
Kisses elprofebubba
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