People like me are often accused of being obsessed with love and tolerance. As if that’s a bad thing. In fact, one comment I failed to make in my last article is that Bert Farias, author of the article on homosexuality that I critiqued, seems to have a problem with love and tolerance. He claims to be speaking the ‘truth’ in an effort to help, and then goes on to say that homosexual people have less sense than pigs. Obviously he isn’t looking to go as far as loving gay people.
The comment that jumped out at me most clearly was this: We’ve got this whole thing muddled up because people don’t speak plainly and clearly anymore. They beat around the bush and are obsessed with political correctness and being loving and tolerant.
Let’s ignore political correctness for now because it has nothing to do with being loving and tolerant.
Perhaps the key word here is ‘obsessed’. It means to be preoccupied with or constantly worrying about something, often to a troubling extent.
But why shouldn’t these things trouble us? If the extent to which I am preoccupied with love is troubling, it’s because things are so bad that I need to be that preoccupied with it. Why shouldn’t we be preoccupied with love? I’m not sure, but Ted Dekker wrote an awesome novel about obsession called…Obsessed. The ultimate conclusion he makes is that love is the one thing we should be obsessed with.