“Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or
boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable,
and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice
but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses
faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance” (1
Corinthians 13:4-7).
She is a woman of experience. When you look straight in her
eyes you can tell that she has been through a lot. The kind of person you wish
you would sit down with, on a rocking chair, in front of a fireplace, sip on
hot chocolate on a cold winter, and listen to all the stories about her crazy
and fun young days. Her 65+-year-old body, wrinkles, and lazy eyes do not trig
you to do anything else but hug her. Her husband, you might say, must love her
to death. I looked at a picture of her and her husband that hangs from the wall
in the living room, and thought, “Man, I would give anything to have a
long-lasting happy marriage like. They must be married for decades.”
But very few things in life in fact are what they seem to
be. “We have been married for about 11 years”, she said. “He lives in his
house, and I live here. He has his own car, and I have mine. He cooks for
himself, and I cook for my own. He hates to do laundry and iron his clothes, so
I do for him… but I charge him. The thing is, Sergio, that it’s so annoying to
have a person with you all the time. You know?” For a second I completely
understood and was in agreement with her –Seriously, some people are just
annoying. But during the following second I thought, “He is your HUSBAND for
crying out loud!”
“So, are you guys fighting?” I asked. “No”, she replied
calmly and with a smile. “Ever since we got married we have lived like this. We
see each other once or twice a week. On the weekend we see each other at
church, have lunch together, and in the evening we go out on a date. At night we
usually come back to my apt, do what we have to do like any other married
couple. I was paralyzed for a few seconds, probably with my mouth wide-open,
cause my mind was thinking something that I would consider impossible for them
to perform at their age, but then again I didn’t want her to give me the details
so I kept quiet.
She continued saying, “Perhaps watch a movie afterwards, and
at the end of the night he takes off back to his house. That’s usually our
routine.” Wait a second, I thought, this sounds familiar. Yes! “Friends with
benefits!” I said loudly in my head. “No strings attached!” The difference
between them and these other couples are a couple of signatures on a legal
note. “It’s better this way, Sergio. I don’t have to deal with his crap, he
doesn’t have to deal with mine (I don’t know if she was speaking metaphorically
or literally, but I, once again, kept quiet); and we are both very happy with
the situation.
I couldn’t help thinking how sometimes our relationship of
God is so similar to the relationship this couple have. We see Him, we meet
Him, we like Him, we “fall in love” with Him, so we get married with Him
through baptism, but don’t even go to a honeymoon with Him. When I asked my
friend if they at least went to a honeymoon with her husband she asked, “What
is that?”
After the wedding, we went our separate ways. God went back
to heaven, and we went back to our house. But even though we don’t spent time
during the weekdays, we make sure we spend a WHOLE day with him on the weekend.
Instead of Him coming to our house, we go to His. We sing to Him, we smile at
Him, we listen to His word, and we even share a meal together. In the afternoon
we might take a nap, but in the evening we go out on a date, perhaps to a nice
place where we can see the sunset. We smile at Him, give Him a big hug, say our
goodbyes, and say, “It has been an awesome date today. See ya next week!”
He gives you a hug back, and whispers, “I… Love…. You… So
much…”
Perhaps angels witness, once a gain, a tear rolling
down His cheek…
So… What king of marriage do you have with God? What kind of relationship do you have with Jesus? How much do you really love your Creator? How often do you spend time with Him?
So… What king of marriage do you have with God? What kind of relationship do you have with Jesus? How much do you really love your Creator? How often do you spend time with Him?
The five foolish bridesmaids that couldn’t get into the
marriage feast did not enter for one and one reason only: The bridegroom did
NOT know them (Matthew 25:12).
Do you want to be friends with benefits with God? No strings
attached?
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