There’s an illustration I remember from childhood, and it goes like this (I believe it was Mick “The Brick” who shared it with us kids in Church. I’ll use his example with my words):
Suppose the nerves in your hands didn’t work, and thus you felt no pain. Sure, it might give you advantages in a boxing match (provided you don’t get slammed too often), but what about in life? Why do you need nerves, why do you need pain?
To show something is wrong.
The illustration Mick used (from memory… and if it was him in the first place) is of a person he knew that would rest his hands places he shouldn’t… for instance… a barbeque plate. Unbeknownst to him, his hand was intensely, and rapidly, depleting. If only he could feel pain. Wouldn’t that be… good.
He was reliant on others to warn him.
The big idea is this: the goodness of pain is true for every sphere of life (physical, mental, relational, spiritual, etc).
Oh, boy … how ‘bout we test this out in the world of luuuurve.
Suppose, gentlemen (or the laaa-dies, as this works both ways), that you were quite fond of a woman. But, o, how strange, it seems there’s a bountiful of pain in that process. I’d like to submit then: something is wrong.
I would also submit: something is wrong, and maybe you’re the pain. Not her.