I sought the one I love
I sought him but did not find him
I will arise now
And go about the city
In the streets and in the squares
I will seek the one I love
I sought him but did not find him
If you find my beloved
Tell him that I am lovesick

-Song of Solomon

I’m walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping

I’m sick of love but I’m in the thick of it
This kind of love I’m so sick of it

Sometimes the silence can be like thunder
Sometimes I feel like I’m being plowed under
I think of you and I wonder

I’m sick of love; I hear the clock tick
I’m sick of love; I’m lovesick

Just don’t know what to do
I’d give anything to
Be with you

-Bob Dylan

To be made well with the aid of Christianity is not the difficulty;
The difficulty is in becoming sick to some purpose.

-Soren Kierkegaard

How to talk about this? How to blog it? I’m messed up. It’s embarrassing.
I’m lovesick. Being in love will make you sick. Sick and crazy.

I got a call from my friend Mac Gober.
A saved ex-outlaw biker. A tough guy. A man’s man.
He said…

I’ve got a problem. I’m in love with a man.

I said…

I know. I’ve got the same problem.


Lover of my soul.

And the love of my soul.

He reveals just enough of Himself so you pursue Him longing for more.
He evokes the lover’s search in our hearts.
He teases us with His fleeting presence.
He makes us say things like…

Just don’t know what to do
I’d give anything to
Be with you
I’m lovesick

If you’re not careful you’ll fall so deeply in love with Him that it will make you sick. You won’t be able to be normal when everything rational says you should be normal.

For the past three days I’ve been working long hours to get ready for our Significant Church Conference. Pastors and church leaders from around America are coming to Word of Life to learn about being a significant church. I’ve been trying to prepare good practical messages for them…I’ve really been trying. But it’s not working. Every time I sit down to prepare a practical message…it turns into a radical message. I try to put together something pragmatic…and it comes out romantic.

I’m too sick to be practical and pragmatic.

I can only be radical and romantic.

I’m lovesick.

Maybe it’s contagious.