His tour is cancelled, his band is heading home and he is laid out on a bed in a hotel room, physically still recovering from the incident.
A hand comes into frame checking his fever, and the camera pulls back to reveal June Carter sitting next to him with a disgusted look on her face, her livelihood also affected, looking at this train wreck of a man.
Three of my favorite lines from the movie are these.
Johnny Cash: “Tell me you don’t love me.”
June Carter: “I don’t love you.”
Johnny Cash: “You’re a liar.”
When we love someone, your mouth can say it’s not so, but your heart knows differently.
Let’s face it…you love them.
You just do.
It is declared without even saying it, “I love you, and no other.”
Love is not a choice.
That love is a choice writes well at times.
Even preaches well at times.
Sounds stoic when stated.
Except it just ain’t so.
If someone has to choose to love me, then I would encourage them, in fact, insist that they choose to love someone else.
I would rather someone say, “You are everything I don’t want you to be, and I love every ounce of everything you are.”
What woman would want to give their life to a man that says, “I had a choice, and I have today, made a choice to love you.”
Love is when you can’t help but love them.
You can not do anything else, but love them.
You try not to.
You wish it away.
You pray it away.
You run away from what you are wishing away and praying away and there it is anyway.
Stupid, crazy, irrational kind of love.
If you can rationalize it, it’s not.
If you can calculate it, it’s not.
If you can determine to or not to, it’s not.
It comes with awkward moments, tense exchanges and sometimes, just awful things.
And we love them just the same.
It is the joining of two people, two hearts, two souls, not even physically.
Maybe not even joining.
Love is not being able to separate the two regardless of time or distance.
It is the same with God’s love, shown personally or through another person.
Once you have, not even felt it, once you have experienced it, it is a force where the two can not be separated.
A love that men have died for.
A love for which kingdoms have been won and lost.
A love that women have sworn themselves to.
Undeniable, unstoppable, unfathomable, undefinable, unrelenting and uncontrollable…love.
I did not choose to follow Christ.
I had no choice.
His hand upon my life, even at seven years old, was unmistakable.
There was no choice.
No decision card was needed.
Yet there have been times, I must admit, when the following lines could have been scripted in my own life.
Jesus: “Tell me you don’t love me.”
John: “I don’t love you.”
Jesus: “You’re a liar.”
He knows me too well.