Let's be honest, the only chicken that ever won anything was beheaded, plucked, battered and deep fried (yes, we are staying with an agrarian theme.) If you try to undermine a man's confidence in such away as to produce a reaction, so that you may examine his feelings for you, with out risking you own: that's vivisection! If you think that there is no cost associated with it: you are mistaken. (Song of Solomon 8:7) My point is that no coward ever won anything, because they were afraid to compete. You are not going to win any one's heart worth having, without risking your own. "But, I might get hurt," you say. You will get hurt, you will have scars. I've got plenty of scars, and if I wanted to thoroughly depress you, I'd share them with you; but, the one thing that no one can accuse me of is being afraid to step out on the field of battle. Stunning imagery for love talk, isn't it?
See what C. S. Lewis had to say about love:
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
We see in Ruth, that she is no coward soul. You may think ill of what you find in the third chapter of Ruth, but I think Matthew Henry gets it right: "If Boaz was, as they presumed, the next kinsman, she was his wife before God (as we say), and there needed but little ceremony to complete the nuptials." (Full Commentary) In other words, she declared her desire to be his wife with a simple elopement. Do you think she was a coward?
Alas, I have reached my word limit for today, more tomorrow, loved ones.
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