Guys are pathetic. It is so true. We are every bit as sentimental as the ladies, though we exsude much energy to hide this fact. Yet, behind and beneath the countless layers of “toughness,“ you find within us men a disturbing amount of mush. Josh Harris was the first to help me realize I was not alone when he made the confession that he was “in love with love.”
This is not an attempt to reveal a tender side. This is an attempt to reveal that us guys can be down right pathetic. Sure, we might like to think that we are beyond it.
I came across a poem that I wrote about 1 ½ ago, when I was struggling in my contentment with singleness. That was a real turning point in my life where I began to see (largely) my singleness as a gift, and began to find much joy in it. I hope you all appreciate the enormous humility and vulnerability that is taking place to make this point.Oh love, you dormant friend of mine
Hidden deep, yet so sublime
When shall you wake and show your face,
Within my heart to take your place?
Yet still you sleep, as well you should,
until the master says 'tis good.'
But on that morn do brightly shine
upon the one who shall be mine.
And at that time with boldness say,
that this is God's appointed day.
In love with love. I would have to say that of all those that I know, no guy has been more guilty of this than my childhood friend and hero, Ben Laughman. The man will make any of us feel like we are as stoic and unmoved as a Russian army. I was able to witness this truth about Ben when he pursued and married my sister. This bearded, carhartt wearing warrior electrician was and and continues to be hopelessly in love with loving my sister. It has been disgusting. I dare not go into details. 2 years after their marriage, with their second child on the way, Ben continues his passionate pursuit of my sister. Sometimes it is a little embarrassing to witness. Yet, the best part has been to see how his love has changed my sister.
Charles Spurgeon wrote of the Christian Marriage:
“Happy woman and happy man! If heaven be found on earth, they have it! At last, the two are so blended, so engrafted on one stem, that their old age presents a lovely attachment, a common sympathy, by which its infirmities are greatly alleviated, and its burdens are transformed into fresh bonds of love. So happy a union of will, sentiment, thought, and heart exists between them, that the two streams of their life have washed a way the dividing bank, and run on as one broad current of united existence till their common joy falls into the ocean of eternal felicity.”
Uh. Happy Valentines?