Saturday night, we went to see Romeo and Juliet at the Shakespeare Tavern in Atlanta. Romeo and Juliet is known as the epitome of romance...one of the world's greatest love stories. We went with some great friends, and had a great dinner, and were anticipating a great night of culture at the theater. We were in the balcony, and could see very well, but were seated in old fashioned wooden chairs with flimsy cushions that kept sliding off. Oh well, this is gonna be soooo romantic. Well, I guess I just am not cultured, but I'm gonna be ok with it. I couldn't understand most of what they saideth. And what I did understandeth, I'm not so sureth was my ideath of real romance. This is a 14 year old girl, who fell madly in love with a guy who had just been professing his undying love for another girl. (At least that is what I think he was saying.) He ended up in trouble avenging the death of his jerk of a friend, and they all end up dying in the end. All for "love". Love is not something a 14 year old overdramatic girl is in after one dance with a boy who falls in "love" at the drop of a hat. Puhleeze.
Now, don't think that I am not a romantic at heart. I am. But here is more my kind of romance. We saw "Fireproof" at church tonight. I saw it when it first came out at the theater, and I loved it just as much tonight. Now THAT'S more like it! Real love is for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health. Real love is being loved when you are oh so unloveable. Which is what I am most of the time. Real love is taking someone else's burdens as your own. Real love is putting others first. Their wants and needs are more important than your own. We are to love each other, they way that Christ has loved us. That's love, that's romance! I'll take that anyday over Romeo and Juliet!
If you have not watched Fireproof, watch it. If you have already seen it...watch it again!
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