Ok, I went to bible gateway and read the whole chapter.
two men, one with strong faith, one with weaker faith.
Interesting to note, it is the one picking and choosing who has the weaker faith.
I have loved and lost, and been hurt by love unrequited, and used to find certain songs associated with these lost loves too painful to endure.
But when my Beck came and saved me, and wiped away all the hurt from my heart left by cheating lying previous 'loves' revealing them to be mere shadows of the love I then held, none of the old songs had any power anymore.
Sister Golden Hair Surprise was no longer about Cheryl, it was now about Becky.
When Donna Lewis sings 'I love you, always forever' Anita was gone, replaced by Becky.
(although Everclear's 'everything to everyone' is still very much Anita, poor silly thing that she was)
Del Amitri's Roll to me, was no longer about Tracy, it was about Becky.
My new Love wiped out the old associations, and I could now listen to a song I had listened to and thought longingly of another woman, and not have her come to mind anymore. Beck felt no disrespect, even though she knows what it used to mean to me.
If I were listening to those songs and still indulging in romantic thoughts of the women they originally honored in my heart before Beck, it would be a disrespect to Beck.
My love, like the one man's faith, is strong.
But another, might find a love like that, but not find it enough to wipe out ALL old associations, as if I had said, 'Beck, my love is strong enough to wipe out roll to me, and sister golden hair surprise, bit It's just not strong enough to erase the hurt of Donna Lewis.
Love, Faith. Faith, love.
One man's faith is strong enough to observe his old celebrations 'to the lord' and this is fine.
Another man has faith, but is unable to observe the old holy days without thought of good ol' mithra or tammuz, so he abstains, and this too is fine.
But the guy who has no problem putting up a tree should have enough love for his brother who avoids doing so to not drag him in on it.
Like weddings and such, origins no longer matter.
Conscience and faith matter. Love matters.
I have to ponder what this means for me personally.
Thank you for this food for thought.