Opus 2012-241, On the Street: Beauty Is a Fickle Measurement

I was between pod-casts and a song was on the radio.  I have no idea who the artist was or the name of the song.  All I heard was a long, hedonistic song praising beauty in its perfect now.  The guy was talking about some babe in his life.  She must have been a sight for sore eyes.  In the course of the song he expressed the sentiment, “Don’t ever change.”

Sorry, Charlie.  It ain’t gonna happen.  The chemistry of her body will overcome the chemistry of your glands.  Gravity will eventually cause sags.  Time will cause wrinkles.  That is assuming the whole package is real and not just a product of cosmetics. 

This is nothing new.  It is not a product of our culture.  It is as old as the existence of two sexes. 

So just a word:  Buddy, she will change.  She is changing as you watch.  If you can’t find something more lasting than tiny love handles your life is a doom waiting to wake you up.  The Bible's view of love is a little more nuanced: 

(1 Corinthians 13:4-7 NAS77)  Love is patient, love is kind, and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

That kind of love is God based not gland based.

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