You may want to sit down before you read this post. The insight that I’m about to reveal may cause you to collapse out of sheer wonderment and delight.
I was sitting in my office this morning, preparing for my Sunday sermon by sipping on java and playing “Angry Birds” on my iPhone. I find that playing “Angry Birds” often releases my inner creative warrior, which in turn leads to a brilliant sermon. In fact, the best sermon I ever gave, called “Dream A Little Higher, Love A Little Harder”, came after a 23 hour marathon session of “Angry Birds”.
Watching YouTube videos tends to unleash the warrior as well, but it’s tough to play games and watch videos at the same time. I tried it once and ended up dumping a 42 oz. Slurpee on a woman sitting next to me in a bus.
Anyway, as I was playing “Angry Birds” I noticed that some sort of emotion was building up inside my chest, like a wild water buffalo banging around inside me, desperately trying to get out (notice my creative language – that’s the warrior at work). I paused the game and took a brief emotional inventory. What was I feeling? Fear.
Now, it’s possible that this fear was tied to the fact that I accidentally overdrew my bank account by $200 while purchasing iPhone apps, or that I had just polished off my third can of Red Bull, but I don’t think so.
Why? Because the moment the word “fear” entered my mind, I happened to look over to my bookshelf and see the book Five Love Languages sitting on my shelf. I’m not an idiot. Seeing the book wasn’t a coincidence, it was a divine sign.
A sign that fear is actually my love language.
“But wait,” you say. “How can fear be a love language?” Good question.
Have you ever loved someone so much that it was scary? Or, have you ever feared someone so much that you actually loved them? Or, have you ever loved fearing someone? If you answered yes to any of these questions, then it’s quite possible that your primary love language is fear.
I realize that most of you have never thought of this before and need time to process what I just said. That’s okay. I’m a visionary and am used to waiting.
While I’m waiting I’m going to call the guy who wrote the book and fill him in on my discovery. Look for an appendix in the next edition of the book.
Perhaps you would like to talk a bit? What’s your love language? What unleashes your inner creative warrior?
I think 1 John 4:18 makes exactly the same point. Or perhaps it’s the opposite point? Which just shows how inspired your idea is.
I think it’s the same point and the opposite point simultaneously, which is difficult to do. But I did it.
If your love language is fear, than you should leave your message preparation until Saturday night (rather than Monday). That should help stimulate those juices! I mean, it worked for Spurgeon, right?
Yes, but did Spurgeon play angry birds? I doubt it.
Lol my husband (and he has convinced his friends as well) believes that there is another love language…humour. He says it is how he shows and feels loved: when having fun and laughing. It’s how he always cheers me up
Also, I think when you contact Gary Chapman you should be clear from the outset that you want recognition on the front cover. Just explain to him that it’s really in his best interests if he wants to really get his books out there, being associated with Brad towers will give him the boost he needs to get his career really going!
Yeah I’m definitely going to ask Dr. Chapman for credit right on the cover. I might even ask for my picture to be alongside his.
“I’m a visionary and used to waiting” I know the feeling.
Joel I think it’s time for us visionaries to bond together. It’s hard to be out front all the time.
I’m pretty sure my love language is English.
I try Spanish, but it sounds like a forced rendition of bad Cheech and Chong.
And all the French I know is from Aristocats.
Nah, I’ll just stick to good ole English….until I learn Swahili.
Ethan you raise an interesting point. Do love languages transcend the culture barrier, or are we limited to our own language? Why wasn’t that addressed in the book? Probably out of fear…