The world tells men that love is weakness.
That it’s something soft, sentimental, or optional.

But Jesus tells a different story.

He says love is war.
Love is sacrifice.
Love is blood and scars and showing up when no one else will.

You weren’t made just to protect.
You were made to pursue.
To forgive.
To stay.

Love is not a feeling.
It’s a decision.
It’s a posture.
It’s the weight of a man who has already died to himself.

Because real men don’t run.
They love.

Even when it costs them everything.