Something pure, something kind that reminds us of peaceful summer days where we are invited because everybody loves us. Compassionate to a fault, remember each time we offer suggestion how it felt to be criticized by those who claimed adoration. The implausible relief of finding it is okay to let down our guard in safety or security that shouldn’t by experience exist. But we have seen a way that is better than subjecting everyone to the pressure our thumbs upon them. Truly respecting and appreciating what God has given them to employ in world increase or bring to the table for discussion in good measure.

Is it okay for a gentle man to exist without the consistent need to defend himself with aggression or sustain the pressures of those seeking control of everything that they see? Never okay to be what you are when it means that you reveal a heart with compassion for all things including a protection of the weak or those easily manipulated. Must you rip the appellate from each uniform you encounter or teach everyone with challenge that they are better off simply standing clear? Why do they teach you to be cruel from young age, because it is a necessary function for survival in a world of contorted thinking. That everything vulnerable must be enslaved or each bit of beauty marred by the violent ravage.

Is it okay to love so deeply that it reminds you of this abundant life in the swells of your deep affection for mankind or beast? Certainly not, unless your self defense skills are sharp. Never thinking of reaction or hurting something driven by internal pain done us in the darkest moments of our past. For what taint is placed within many that we must pass on the slavery of emotion given us by errant behavior or poisoned thinking. No cruelty ought not have permission or passage without reason. There is no cause to hate my Brother when none is given and to do it because it was first offered me is a call for help. Experiential pollution is a sad excuse for abundant living.

No need to be Paladin, yet some grand cause to either remain separate, unknown or publicly declared defender to the righteous. Was Jesus an effeminate man? Was he pursued and picked on by those perceiving some internal weakness or lesser variant? Did His rage waken the self preservation of those around Him who fled that sheer will and passion of righteousness? I have never belonged, yet Jesus sent me to do something beyond myself or the constraints of popular thinking. I am no hero or champion, only a man with love his greatest weapon or tool if you prefer a less threatening description. But no one can stop you from loving them. It is the only aspiration for which their is no self defense nor should there be. The kindness in my heart is not of this world but of God’s giving. I love not out of spite or to gain some return reward, I just Love them because God is their origin, their true present, Past and Future. That is what I love most about them, creatures and men.