Everyone gets passionate about something. The range is reasonably predictable and endless. Masculine pursuits include girls, work (well making money), pubs, clubs, football (and I do not mean that dribble with the pigskin), and cars. The trend is for feminine to follow a similar pattern. People pursue things that make them happy, define their purpose, and complete their self-esteem.
In themselves, passions are neither right nor wrong. They are actually a mere reflection of our values and priorities. We pursue what we think we want and need. Often, especially on the edges, we do not know why we enjoy certain activities. I enjoy woodturning for reasons I do not understand. I know others who enjoy GI Joe models for what I expect is the same reason; they are not sure! Taking the reflection for what it is provides the opportunity to express a conscious choice. Are these part of my true values and priorities?
Two plus decades ago one of my pressing passions was to get to know a young woman who went by the name of Cherry. I was relentless in my efforts. Money was no object. Time management and life balance took second position. Everything else in my life went to the back of the line. This decision was one that I continue to treasure as one of my more intuitive and brilliant.
Two plus years ago one of the pressing questions was my pursuit of a relationship with God. How much did I want to know God? What would I give up for the experience? Is there anything I would not do so that I could sense the Presence or have the Knowledge? For six months, I struggled with the question. Was God my passion or not? For me, and I expect for everyone else, there was and is no middle ground.
My advice mirrors Solomon's words; “Throw our arms around her – believe me, you won't regret it; never let her go – she'll make your life glorious. She'll garland your life with grace, she'll festoon your days with beauty.” (Proverbs 4.8,9)
