Time for some shower thoughts. This is entirely unrelated to what is at hand, but in the bathroom or in the shower is where I do some of my best thinking. Something about how the light illuminates individual cells of the fiberglass sliding door while gradually heating water sprays my feet really helps me connect the dots. Anyways, enough of that.
As a hopeless romantic, the fundamental basis of my thoughts stems from a strong inclination to romanticize. This ranges from the standard, stereotypical, love-type romance to the true appreciation of love that abides in the core of nature. The key to being a hopeless romantic, however, lies in the necessity of being romantic beyond reason; where I have been crushed, I only allow my shattered heart to become finer and finer dust, waiting for the heat of reciprocation to weld it into something whole again. In terms of Christians having dual lives, I suppose this would be my alter ego. This is the area of my life that I keep “hidden” from God, the part where it’s just about me and my desires, not really having anything to do with God. It’s not necessarily the healthiest thing to do, but it’s a human fallibility that plagues me to such ends.
However, in the shower, the two lives intersected, and the unintentional emotional masochism of being hopelessly romantic resonated within my perception of Christ’s love somehow. In a way, I go through what Jesus goes through except to a far lesser degree. Just as my pursuits have ended in nought, Jesus still pursues those that He loves. And because He has the advantage of foreknowledge of whether or not they’ll return His love, it makes it an even more beautiful image of how much He loves. If I knew that there wasn’t a chance the people I pursued would feel the same way as I did, then I would drop the venture at once; Jesus, however, knows that some people will never accept Him, and yet He still loves them. Jesus is the original hopeless romantic, and His love story is one that defies genre, with the narrative changing in certain aspects per person based on their own experience of Him. It just so happens that chancing upon this facet of Jesus’s love reinforced my faith and love for Him. If He can love the unlovable, what’s stopping me from going beyond myself to love people for more than just a purely selfish reason? We love because He first loved us, and it’s that pure love that I should be focused on expressing, not some fantastical love borne of present solitude, because I have an eternal companion in the form of Christ Jesus.