Finsihing up a chapter in "The Bluest Eye," I came across this passage and it's my new favorite. Even better than the definition of "to the pain" given by Wesley in "The Princess Bride."
In short, it's about the inability to understand unconditional love. The love in particular it's talking about is from child to parent, but it can easily be applied to any unconditional love. One of the times I re-read it last night, I did so with an eternal perspective and was really moved. Our Heavenly Father loves all of us, despite some of us not knowing what to do with it. The answer (for me) is simple: love Him back.
p. 161
If he looked into her face, he would see those haunted, loving eyes. The hauntedness would irritate him--the love would move him to fury. How dare she love him? Hadn't she any sense at all? What was he supposed to do about that? Return it? How? What could his calloused hands produce to maker her smile? What of his knowldege of the world and of life could be useful to her? What could his heavy arms and befuddled brain accomplish that would earn him his own respect, that would in turn allow him to accept her love?
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