What true love looks like

This is a special edition of this blog for my granddaughter Erin and her guy Ken as they become husband and wife in a couple of days.  This is a reprint from a couple of years back and I thought a nearlywed/newlywed couple would appreciate it. 

No one will ever convince me Solomon wrote the “Song” attributed to him in the Old Testament.

No one with hundreds of wives and a gymnasiumful of ready-made girlfriends can focus on one woman the way the writer of that poetic rhapsody did.  (If you love the Song of Solomon, good. I’m only saying there is no way it’s from the pen and heart of this Israeli king. See my note at the end.)

True love is not about being enamored by the sheen in her hair or the gleam in her brown eyes.  It’s far deeper than that.

I was preaching a revival in Elberta, Alabama, a sweet little community near the coastal resort town of Gulf Shores.  One morning, host pastor Mike Keech and I met for breakfast at a quaint little cafe called Grits ‘n Gravy. I’d brought along my sketch pad, so over the next hour we table-hopped and I drew all the diners, a dozen or more, as well as Patrick the owner and Megan the counter lady.  Everyone was friendly and the chatter was delightful, but no one was more memorable than the senior couple sitting in a corner booth.

The man had a long white beard. I walked over and said, “Folks, I’m a cartoonist and I draw people. And you, sir, are just crying to be drawn.”  “Oh?” he said. “Yes sir. You look like a character and I do love to draw characters.”

“I’m not a character,” he said solemnly.

His wife said with a smile, “He is most definitely a character.”

I sat down beside them and sketched both.

I asked if they were married.  The man said, “Four years now. This is the second time around for us both.”

His name was Welton and hers Wilma. He said, “I’m 91 years old and the oldest employee in the Lowe’s system. I still put in 40 hours a week at the Foley Lowe’s store.”

He looked at his bride and said, “The first time I asked her out, while we were eating, I said to myself, if I’m going to feed her, I might as well keep her.”

She laughed out loud, clearly adoring this old gentleman. Smart lady. No doubt she’s heard all his lines a hundred times, but she still laughs at them.

Wilma said, “I didn’t know his age when he asked me out or I probably wouldn’t have gone. And think of the fun I would have missed.”

Welton said, “I have iron in my blood and she has a magnetic personality.”

Then, he added thoughtfully, “We were just two ships passing in the night.”

I said, “And what kind of ship were you, sir? A cargo ship? A cruise ship?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “A love boat.”

She roared with laughter.

It was impossible not to like these people.

The next day, a friend in Gulf Shores said, “I saw you wrote on Facebook about my friend Welton.”

He said, “I don’t know his last name. But if you ever have a question about anything in Lowe’s, Welton is the man to ask. And he won’t just tell you. He’ll stop what he’s doing and take you there. He’s a little slower now than he used to be, but he’s still pretty spry.”

Let’s see you match this, Solomon.

I’m also a tad angry at King David.

The story of David’s love match with Abigail–how they met, were attracted to one another, the way her husband met his comeuppance, and David’s sending for her and making her his bride–could furnish the plot for a modern Nicholas Sparks novel. But there is a glaring downside to it.

After David marries this lovely, brainy, wise woman, she disappears from the Old Testament storyline, absorbed into David’s household, to be ignored with the other wives and sent for only when he needed her.

That’s no marriage. And no way to treat a wife.

If asked to describe your love for your spouse, you do not launch into a story of how you first met, of what attracted you to each other, of the sparks that were ignited when you first touched. That’s not love. It’s probably a hundred things, among them electricity, chemistry, superficial attraction, hormones.

But it ain’t love.

Talk to me about how you and she hung in there through the bad times, the lean years, the stressful years when you were forced out of a job and didn’t know where you would live or how you would eat. The  two of you forged a great relationship and dug deeper into your souls and forever bonded.

Talk to me of that kind of love.

Do not speak of how enraptured you were by the color of her eyes and the perfection of her neck.

Tell of the times you wept together and with no more strength for arguing and debating over whatever you were going through, you each decided you would love one another “in spite of” the differences and the history.

You hung in there. You persevered.

That’s love.

“Love suffereth long and is kind.”

Someone told me this week marriage is a three-ring circus. “First,” he said, “there is the engagement ring. Then comes the wedding ring. And that is followed by the suffering.”

And the greatest of these may well be the last.

(When I asked the eminent Old Testament professor Dr. George Harrison about Solomon as the author of Proverbs and the Song of Solomon with their praises of marital love, he said, “Having his name on the material does not necessarily mean Solomon wrote it. Proverbs may well have been a collection of wise sayings that were assembled under Solomon’s watch.  As for The Song of Solomon, sometimes people put a famous person’s name on writings in order to get them accepted more readily.”  That works for me.  The one thing I urge pastors to beware of is claiming that The Song of Solomon is describing his devotion to “the Shulamite maiden.”)

(One more note.  John MacArthur in his commentary says, “(The woman) would have been Solomon’s first wife (Ecclesiastes 9:9), before he sinned by adding 699 other wives and 300 concubines (I Kings 11:3).”  Maybe so. But I for one am not buying it for all the obvious reasons.)

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