Last week, I went to this christian fellowship that's held on Friday nights. There were lots of potato chips, laughter, jokes and games before they really got down to bible study, which was what I went for in the first place.
There was this discussion about our this constant wrestling match between our earthly desires and the Holy Spirit inside us. How do we know what is the right choice? Someone said the correct decision is usually the harder one.
I wondered to myself... would it be harder to gather the courage and confess your feelings to someone; or bottle up and hold back those overwhelming feelings?
What would be the right thing to do? What do I even want to do- I don't know.
Maybe I'll go back next week. Maybe they'll have an answer. Maybe not. Either way, this time I'll go an hour after it begins.
"Have I told you about the tension of opposites?" he says.
The tension of opposites?
"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.
"A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."
Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.
"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes, you could describe life that way."
So which side wins, I ask? "Which side wins?"
He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.
"Love wins. Love always wins."
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