Hosea

Once upon a a time there was a beautiful young woman named Gomer. She married a wealthy guy named Hosea.  He really loved her because she cheated on him and then left him to become a courtesan of rich men.  As long as her beauty lasted so did the wealth grow from her paramores.  But Hosea still loved her, forgave her, tried to get her to come back, and continued to share his wealth with her.  What a loser he is right?  Dump her says the modern world.  Anyhow, Gomer ages, rich men disappear along with her good looks and she ends up with a pimp in a brothel.  Hosea finally finds her, sells his wealth to free her from the pimp and brings her home.  Isn’t this a bit bizarre?  But then why did Hosea get a book of the Bible named after him?  Can anyone one of us love like this? Probably not. But maybe God can.  I sure hope so, because I am often quite unfaithful.  I identify more with Gomer in superficial choices I make.  How about you?