One of our family's favorite movies is "Fiddler on the Roof." Well, it's one of Quinn's favorites and many lines and songs have become a part of our family language.
For instance, we love to say "Ahhhh--MEN" and then fake spit. Yes. It is just something we do.
One song, however, has recently been on my mind:
It captures something I have been thinking about lately, this thing called "love." We hear of many different definitions of love these days. I like the refrain from one particular popular song, "We're not broken, just bent." Sometimes, love can feel that way. However, all too often, "broken" is seen as "irrepairable" when it may be actually just beating us into a more beautiful, stronger shape much like a piece of iron on the forge in the hand of a master metalsmith.
Tevya and Golda's introspective analysis of their relationship is very profound. The endurance over the years, the shared experiences--loss and joy--, the shared workload and the symbiotic relationship they have created provides each of them a deep sense of trust, of security and of endurance. They know that they will always have each other to depend upon, even when Golda might complain, "one could die from such a man!"
For instance, we love to say "Ahhhh--MEN" and then fake spit. Yes. It is just something we do.
One song, however, has recently been on my mind:
It captures something I have been thinking about lately, this thing called "love." We hear of many different definitions of love these days. I like the refrain from one particular popular song, "We're not broken, just bent." Sometimes, love can feel that way. However, all too often, "broken" is seen as "irrepairable" when it may be actually just beating us into a more beautiful, stronger shape much like a piece of iron on the forge in the hand of a master metalsmith.
Tevya and Golda's introspective analysis of their relationship is very profound. The endurance over the years, the shared experiences--loss and joy--, the shared workload and the symbiotic relationship they have created provides each of them a deep sense of trust, of security and of endurance. They know that they will always have each other to depend upon, even when Golda might complain, "one could die from such a man!"
I fear that we are overlooking the gifts of love that are all around us, those gifts that are there in abundance if, like Golda and Tevya, we just take a minute to acknowledge them.1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,8 Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
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