For the Lovelorn

This is Dr. Gus, erstwhile successor to King Solomon’s wisdom, as in the slicing of the disputed infant in halves. I enter with some confidence into the realm of advice for the LOVE-LORN—namely yourself, I presume.

It is unfortunate that you have yet to bag the love of your life. But before tragedy and gloom o’ertake you, let me offer a ray of hope.

Having had some success in this matter (some would say phenomenal success), I venture to suggest to you a course of ACTION, which perchance may prove to be efficacious in your case, as it was in mine many blissful years ago.

Naturally, I realize that times have changed. (What a silly expression, since the essence of time is change anyway.) Nevertheless I propose to you that, as the French put it, “plus sa change, plus la meme chose!”

To the beginning then—always the best place to start.

In my youth, there was never any question in my mind (where all questions begin) that I would perforce find a wife, marry, and have a family of my own. A half-century ago few questioned the common template for life, expressed in song long since vanished from the charts: “first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Mary with a baby carriage.”

As a graduate-to-be from the oldest prep school in North America (1645), I was on track to go to Harvard as most of the school's graduates have done for over three centuries. However, an older graduate and friend from the Swedish Congregational Church we grew up in (our church was located in Boston but the denomination has ties to North Park College in Chicago and all that) had chosen to go to Wheaton College to prepare for a career in diplomatic service. He came home for Christmas in his senior year with a “daughter true” of the Orange and Blue—his intended. Immediately I decided that I intended to go there and try my luck fishing in the pool of beautiful women who love Jesus.

And the rest—as they say—is history. Yes, I found such a one for myself. As far as I am concerned, history works every time it is tried.

Today—alas and alack—times have indeed changed. Young men in college seem to think that marriage and family is in the hazy future. Perhaps you want a companion to bring to a campus event or to sew a button or the like. But these guys are not serious shoppers as were we in our college days.

So the lovely ladies see the finish line approaching where they will say fond goodbyes to the halls of ivy and the clinging vines thereof and move on—ALONE—into a cheerless future. The bloom of their youth has attracted no bees willing to make honey with them and thus secure the future of the species.

What to do….?

My considered advice is that you (should the situation described heretofore be yours) search for the soul mate on the Internet. E-harmony.com will do the trick for you.

Case in point.

Recently a good friend was dumped by his wife of 8 years after many months of tough sledding and heartbreak. Within weeks of the divorce decree he had found a Christian divorcee (with two children, to boot), conducted a whirlwind romance (cutting to the bottom line with dispatch), and is now married and living happily ever after.

Final word: Go and do thou likewise!

A word to the wise is sufficient.

My sincerest best wishes for your future,
Dr. Gus