I am sitting just a few months shy of my second Master’s. Three weeks after I get that, I undertake a second opportunity to get a doctorate, only this time at age 50 instead of age 32. In one of the uncounted number of random thoughts that come during periods of solitude, I was considering what the difference is between a student and a scholar. A student sees studying as the means to an end such as a diploma or a degree. A scholar sees studying as a beginning without needing a particular end in sight. When I was 32, I was merely a student. Today, I am scholar.
Love is a willingness to lose anything for someone who means everything while expecting nothing.
That is the love that scores the greatest dramas and the mightiest epics. We sing songs of that love and write poems about that love. Every time that someone dies for that kind of love, a little bit of evil dies too. That is how Christ loves us. That is how we should love each other.
Eloquence without knowledge, wisdom, and heart benefits nobody except for the speaker that listens to his own words and enjoys them. People will flock to the eloquent and shower them with mock-love because they like the sound of what they are hearing. People that fill their ears with substance-less eloquence are like those who are hungry and eat Styrofoam peanuts. They feel satisfied for the moment but they are no more nourished than before they ate them.
If we have altruistic mindsets that are highly attuned to the needs of others and are unconcerned over the risks, costs, and potential repercussions, we will bless others continually, and maybe, every now and then, we’ll reap an unexpected benefit. Even if we never do, even if we are forgotten, even if we are seen as glory hounds and despised because of it, we can walk away knowing that we have done the right thing simply because it was the right thing to do.