“What’s the secret?”
I was working my “summer job” at the
local Sate Park and one of the guys that worked
with me was talking about his upcoming wedding. We had just celebrated our 26th
wedding anniversary. He was amazed. His parents were divorced, as were many of
his other relatives. Since he came from a non-Christian background, I was
temporarily stymied. Having a mutual faith in Christ is a definite advantage in
our marriage, but there needed to be more. I have seen Christians get divorced.
I have seen non-Christians live together into old age. That’s where the “two
rules” came to mind. As far as I can tell, this is the closest I can come to
the secret of marriage. I realize they are not full-proof. People can let
themselves become mean and evil. Drug addiction can destroy them from the
inside out. They still have a choice. But it’s the best I've got.
Rule #1
“Divorce is not an option.”
If you decide this from the start
it will give you several advantages. It will make you choose wisely. If you
know you will have to live with him/her for the rest of your life, you might be
a little pickier. It will force you to work things out. It’s amazing how people
will adapt and change once they realize the mountain is not moving. “‘Til death
us do part!” (And no, murder is not an option.)
Rule #2
“Be the first to apologize. It’s
probably your fault anyway”
As the man, it’s my responsibility
to lead the home. (If that concept is foreign to you, then probably not much
else is in this blog making sense, so I’m just going to go on.) It’s a rare
occasion that I don’t have any culpability in the problem at hand. I admit it.
I don’t listen as intently as I should. I can be about as sensitive as a shoe.
Even if by some freak chance I am right, it’s still no reason to go around with
an arrogant attitude. Communication is the sap of the tree of marriage. Keep
the lines open.
We are sneaking up on our 32nd wedding
anniversary in June of 2014. Face it, a great marriage has been work. But when
I think about it, fishing is also work. I’m tired when I get home from a great fishing
trip. yet it’s a good tired, a happy restful tired. They’re a lot alike,
marriage and fishing. It’s been almost 32 years. And I would do it all again,
and 32 more…Love you!
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