ABSTRACT
A kind of “love sickness” seems to be the malady of the times. In spite of people glowing expectations about love’s pleasures and joys, many of us have experienced love as dark and foreboding, or perhaps merely senseless and disappointing. The root of all love sickness is people failure to recognize that love can never be what we want it to be: always comforting, bright, and strong. Love may be what most of us live for, but it is, as well, what a lot of us die for. Love of God has created religious wars and death and destruction throughout man’s history. The ways of the hurts, pains, and disappointments of love are myriad. There are times when the one we love most of all says or does something that makes us question the validity of the entire relationship. Sara is in a crisis at the moment because now, six years later, Al has finally left his wife.
