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Last night Liezl and I witnessed the blessed union of Jonathan Klimek and Clare Jolly in holy matrimony. The service was beautifully God centred and I was once again reminded that this picture of one man being joined together to one woman is a representation of the relationship between Christ and His church.
Anyway, in the interests of fun I have to relate this story. The bridal couple has the first dance and the second went to the bridal party. For the third dance they called up people in order of the period of time that they had been married. First the one month olds, then the six month olds, then those that had been hitched for a year. After they called up those that had been around for less than 5 years and then those that had been around for less than 10. I got ready to go up in the next group cause Liezl and I are in our 11th year of marriage and the DJ announced,
“All the rest can join the floor.”
“WHAT? I can’t possibly be old enough to be in the last group called! There’s something seriously wrong with this picture,” my mind skulked as I moved wearily to the dance floor my lovely wife in tow.
I’m a wee bit young for a midlife crisis but let’s face it, tactless DJ’s don’t help! :)
This week at Midrand Chapel we tackled Malachi 2:10 – 17 and dived into two more of God’s indictments against His people, Israel: They were unfaithful to the Mosaic Law (10 – 12) and they were unfaithful to the Marriage Covenant (13 – 17). It was one of the best sermons I’ve listened to in months. Very convicting!
It’s most difficult to pick one element that struck me more than any other but if I were pushed I would say the use of the word covenant in verse 10 and verse 14 really stood out for me. Verse 10 is talking of the Mosaic Covenant, the Law, that tutor which lays our sin bare before us.
The Covenants between God and man are accompanied by terms agreed upon (Genesis 26:29; 31:50,52), oaths observed by God (Genesis 26:31; 31:48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53), curses in the event of non conformity (Deuteronomy, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26) and ratification by some solemn external act (Genesis 15:9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18).
Verse 14 is talking of marriage, in a Covenant sense, one which Israel had scant regard for and as a culture we’re equally in contempt of. Considering that God sees this union between a man and a woman as a high institution I’m convicted how often I don’t defend it as I should. As it’s an act between two people and God His Word is the only standard which ought to govern the terms and conditions, the oaths to be observed, the repercussions for non conformity and ratification by an external acts. Easy to say, not so easy to remain faithful to given it’s low regard in our culture, country and sometimes even extended faith community. The world undermines God and His institutions at ever chance it gets and marriage practically is under attack in our present day and age. Our response to the siege that has befallen will uncover the spiritual condition of our hearts. Will we “deal treacherously” in these matters (Malachi 2:10, 11, 14, 15, 16) or will we stand firm on that foundation which is eternal?
Life is like a merry-go-round spinning with ever increasing speed.
I remember as a kid time crawling by so slowly. A day was as a week, a week like a month and a month, well, that was a period of time that could not be rationally fathomed or related to. Now the world blurs by. I’m in a speed wobble. Birthday’s, anniversaries, births, deaths, careers, grades…
Change is also something that I’ve grown to live with, constant morphedness. Never more had I noticed it till when I had kids. They literarily transform before your eyes. Crawl, walk, stand, talk, teeth, school, love, married, out the house. I miss them already.
While time and change might not be kind to me, God certainly has been. Today is my 9th year wedding anniversary. As we close out our first decade I’m increasingly grateful that I’ve gotten to spend it with Liezl. She’s brought the stability into my life that I never knew I always needed.
I’m enjoying growing old with her.
The wise (but not exactly monogamous) king Soloman didn’t get this right himself but for posterity he recorded this wise sane,
It goes on, but *blush* that’s where I’ll end.
So I’m at St Francis Bay on holiday with Liezl, the kids, my mother-in-law and Uncle Biscuit. Anyway we sit around the table to gobble down the lamb roast my mother-in-law has prepared, we give thanks and get down to the eating. So we’re chatting and I’m thinking, “mmm, I need some butter with these potatoes.”
I stand, head to the fridge, get the butter, return to the table and…
“That’s weird,” my mind says in a slightly confused tone. My glass of Dawson Dairy Chocolate Flavoured Low Fat Sweetened Drinking Yoghurt has been moved a bit to the right and, well more than that, someone’s definitely drunken from it.
As I look up at the suspects around the table in front of me it’s apparent who the guilty party is. Liezl has a mustache and an evil grin.
“Liezl,” I ask with an “Et tu, Brute?“ tone and my brow a bit furrowed, “what possessed you to drink from my glass? I mean, surely you could have poured your own?”
Liezl, looking up responds by saying, “I thought about that, but we’re married, why dirty another glass? We’re one.”
She gives me a sly smile, a kiss and polishes it off.
She uses the old Genesis 2:24 card far to liberally and far to often:
Family, marriage, holidays, stuff. Life’s good.