A princess gets locked by some villain in a tower. A fair maiden gets carried off as some plunder of war. So many times we see the plot. It is a classic truly, and one I caught a few weeks ago in the movie ” Despicable Me 2.”
“Despicable Me 2” took this classic plot to a whole new level as a macho wrestling villain, his chicken, and army of purple, crazed, all-consuming minions, strap fair maiden “Lucy” to a shark rocket headed straight into the depths of some volcano out at sea. Once-evil villain “Gru” comes rushing into save her with his scientist and adopted daughters, all armed with jelly guns… Quite the creative and imaginative twist on a classic plot for sure.
Watching it with our oldest boys got me thinking about the classic plot of a woman in distress, rescued by a man who is willing to take on any and all opposition and go any height or depth, in order to save the woman he loves.
This is the plot that fascinates and captivates and resonates.
Because deep down,
We desire love like that.
Women want to be loved like that.
Men want to love like that.
But how can they?
How can a man today love a woman like that?
He sees no villains, no towers, no purple crazed minions or shark rockets. There are no wars to charge into with sword ( or jelly gun) in hand, no battles to fight, no mountains to climb, no depths to dive into it.
But all to often,
They are there.
They are there, seizing her unexpectedly and trying to bring her down.
Battles of the mind, of the emotions, and the spirit… These are the battles that require the brave.
These are the battles that require a man who is willing to take on any and all opposition and go any height or depth.
When hormones rage,
When the only blood in the fight is the blood filling her menstrual pads,
It takes a man who is willing to take on an army of hormones and stand in the midst of the checkout line with super maxi pads in hand.
When she looks in the mirror and delusions, depression, lies and discouragement try to seize her,
It takes a man who is not willing to see his love carried off into the depths of depression,
Or locked in a tower of fear.
He does not flee the battle but steps in and holds her, and begins to wage war, not with sword and shield (or jelly guns), but with words of truth and words of encouragement.
When sickness plagues her body,
When she is too weak to work,
Or hold their crying child,
It takes a man who is willing to rush in, lead her to the restroom, hold her hair, wash her, feed her, and care for her and the children.
He will not leave post, but he will stay as faithful watchman. And for the true lover, this will be his joy.
For he who fiercely loves a woman’s soul, will fiercely fight.
He will not only provide food on the table.
He will provide food for the spirit and soul.
This kind of love, is not for the faint.
This kind of love is the kind that gets dirty, sweats and bleeds.
This kind of love is the kind that goes the distance.
This kind of love is the kind that refuses to give up.
This kind of love is the love we saw poured out two-thousand plus years ago by a man strapped to a cross,
A man who gave it all,
A man who did not jump ship (or shark rocket), but willingly went down into the deepest depths to conquer them and release the prisoners that were locked in darkness.
This kind of love is true love.
This kind of love is Jesus love.
And oh, when we see it in a man.
It testifies to our heart,
“That is love.”