The Right Tool For The Job

As an elective, I took ‘Shop’ in junior high.  It was wood shop, no metals, as it was basically an introductory class.  But, we learned a lot!  One gem I took away from the class is to always use the right tool for the job.  That’s stood me well for all these years, and it applies to far more than just woodworking!

Words too are tools.  They’re the ‘implements’ by which we convey spoken thought from one to another.  If we use the incorrect word-tool we run the risk of making a mess in the transferring of our thoughts to someone else.  It’s much like using a sledge hammer to drive an upholstery tack… or a small tack hammer to drive in a tent stake.  Use the proper tool!  Choose your words carefully… and accurately!

No doubt, no word in the English language is thrown about more carelessly and more inaccurately that the word LOVE.  Example: ‘On a hot day, I love nothing more than a icey cold malted milkshake.”   Not only is that inaccurate, misleading, and ambiguous, it’s also wrong!  The proper word-tool here is like!  It could never be love… unless that is, you’re really wierd!

Like is an emotional leaning toward someone or something.  But like has it’s limits – limits in height, width, and depth – and time.  Likes have a tendence to shift and change.  Like actually means to enjoy, appreciate, fancy, be fond of, admire, delight in, or to be smitten with.

Love, on the otherhand, is a deeper and more intense emotion.  Love goes and will remain in situations where like will morph, will fade, and will fail. Love is not just adoration, but attachment, devotion, allegiance, and above all – commitment.

We all agree that it’s possible and normal to like and not to love.  But it’s also possible to love and not like!  We find this difficult to comprehend because we tend to consider that love is simply an extension of like.  It’s not.  The perfect example of human to human love is a mother’s love for her child!  She will continue to love the child even if that child grows to become a dispicable, sadistic murderer.  Although she’s repelled by what that child may have done and by what they have become, she will continue to love them!  She’ll not LIKE who they’ve become and what they’ve done… yet she LOVES them still.

Love and like are a million miles from being the same! 

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Ole Bill Writes A Country Song

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OUR SECOND TIME AROUND ©2017 Bill Murphy

 

She got herself a lawyer, And I got me one too.

We divided up the furniture, And a memory or two.

Then she gathered up our children, And hit the dusty trail.

Her final words in parting was… “Sweetheart, You can go to-

Well – she actually was leaving, Oh the bitter fruits of sin,

Oh how could a love so wonderful, Come to such a shameful end?

Now God looked down from heaven, And it grieved Him to the bone,

To see the mess that we had made, Of our once, happy home.

Those precious little children, Need a mommy and a dad,

So I think I’ll work a miracle, And give ‘em back the love they had.

He knew our love still lived somewhere, For can love really die?

Only fools will lose a treasure, But the fools can’t tell you why.

God found our star of love still bright, Out in the Milky Way.

That one star in the billions… Was the love we’d thrown away.

Our story is a miracle, Our lost love has been found,

With God’s help we’ll do better, This second time around.

 

Hee Haw!  

 

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