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If I had a wife she would have to be loving. So what is loving?

“Could you God Most High think of a way she could be hateful and it turn out to be very loving?”

“I could but I am tired of your play.”

“Could you�"I mean�"would you Me?”

“Me?”

“I could take her to being good and kind in her mind only to tell her she had to die.”

“You mean she could be convinced I had to die to be good again?”

“That too. She could already have died and become your wife and you do something evil that is important to her but not deserving death but something that might destroy her ability to trust you and to love you from then on.”

“Like what?”

“You could have made a young girl cry because of a truth you told her she could not argue with that left her relationship revealed as mere childish attachment. She could never trust you not to use the truth with enough sensitivity and leave her to cry unnecessarily. All she would have to do is say, 'I hate you. You made that girl cry when you just dismissed their puppy love to be silly. You must die to the unkindness.”

“Die for an unkindness. Who ever heard of such a thing?”

“I will never be able to be sure you would not hate me by using the truth to make me cry for no necessary reason and dismiss our love as insignificant and a price in losing it you were willing to pay.”

“God you are wise. Tell what I might say.”

“It is always wise to use truth with caution and concern for everyone who might hear it. You were unkind and broken your vow to be kind which bothers me. But you have been loving and yet in a harsh or uncalled for manner. You must apologize to both of the youngsters. But more importantly you must be patient, honest and truthful with your wife and hope that adds up to an expression of your love for her.”

I would call the children and say to them, “I am sorry I was so flip about your strong feelings for each other. They are very real and very lovely and a wonderful example of being loving. But are you married?”

“No Sir, my mother thinks I am too young to marry.”

“You?”

“My father says he will destroy him if he even touches me.”

“Now you see there are practical things and impractical things. Love is impractical. Marriage is not. It is practical. It is practical you could marry. But for you to support a wife in her female wiles and trials you do not have a clue how to do that now do you?”

“Well�"um�"that is very much true.”

“What can we do?”

“And for you to assist your husband and support him when he is jealous over someone else and their expertise in a game or sport is far fetched too is it not?”

“I would support him with a hug.”

“Yes but if he is to be a man for you one day he needs the wisdom and gentleness of a mentor, a tutor or father not hugs and strong feelings for him expressed against a situation with growing pains.”

“I see. You were not dismissing our love but the practicality of our relationship as being not as practical as yours and your wife's is.”

“Yes, that is it. But forgive me my unkindness dear girl. I knew it was true and I knew the sensitivity of a couple and the sensitivity of youthful women if not men also. What I did treated your relationship with the truth but not the same gentle beauty that comprised it. It was true in parable that I was a dollar short for my purchase but to stomp all the money I had in the mud would be uncalled for. It had everything it had before it was a dollar short.”

“That is excellent words of affection and it does not excuse your wrong. But without you do something very meaningful to support your pledge to me that you will not overlook my feelings in the favor of some truth that effects our relationship the same as this does you must die. You were mean even perhaps a bully and that with the truth.”

“The truth hurts sometimes, Darling. What can I say? But the truth will never betray us. It is always practical and if I hurt you with the truth there will be no way to shield you from it. Love is impractical. It makes no sense that I love you like I do but I do. Truth my dear mature and intelligent wife can even destroy love. We both know that. The practical has much more power than the impractical but if our love is cast to mere fantasy you know I will yet love you even should you be forced to kill me to save God, Me, Jesus or yourself for should you kill yourself instead I cannot love a corpse and not loving you even your corpse is equal to death for me anyway. I my beloved wife give you all the love I know and all the love I shall ever know. I create you again as I have before as the woman I married completely arrayed in every known or knowable love.”

“Then you will have sex. But do not ever be a brute and use your fine words just for that. The angels might not approve it and your sex would be lousy anyway.”

“'I trust you John and I love you,' she will say, right God?”

“She did.”

“With love from Me.”

I would go down to just being aware with my brain who must have failed to warn me I was killing the relationship of a couple of youthful lovers, a love they may never be able to accept for each other again. Then I regenerated and gave them back their love. But they had matured. Can anything actually give back innocence, anything even death when youths die and die and die again in their quest for maturity?