Monthly Archives: July 2014

25 years.

That’s a lot of years to be married. I’ve now spent more years of my life married than not. Even harder to get my head around is that I don’t feel that much older than 25… ish—depending on the day. Certainly not old enough to have been married for a quarter of a century!

So what can I say about the woman who has shared these years and intertwined her life with mine? That she’s more beautiful today than the afternoon she walked down an aisle to marry me? That she’s an amazing mother to our 3 kids—filling our house with laughter, love, and joy? That she’s persevered with me through 20 something years of ministry—through joys and deep valleys, countless trips, retreats, and groups—opening up our home and our lives again and again? Yes, that and more.

People remind me that I “married up”, but the nudge isn’t necessary. I know. God gave me a remarkable gift in my wife. Not simply that she’s gorgeous, talented, smart, and fun. Not just that we fit so well together—2 compulsive over-analyzers who love to learn, to talk (a lot), to invest in people, and to keep seeking new adventures together. Not only because we’re one another’s best friend and confidant, and that we still make each other laugh- a lot. (OK, she’s funny, but I’m funnier)

The thing about my wife- and the thing that makes our marriage strong and continue to deepen—is that she keeps seeking Jesus. Not because she’s “supposed to” as a pastor’s wife or because she’s trying to be a “good Christian”- whatever that means. She simply continues to pursue greater intimacy with Jesus. She lets Him uncover her “junk” and refuses to hide from the hard stuff. While she ultimately relies on Jesus’ transforming work in her heart, she’s the hardest worker- emotionally and spiritually—that I’ve ever known. Her hunger for God continues to grow, and because of that, she loves me more fully and authentically. I’m regularly challenged and inspired by my wife to know Jesus more deeply and follow Him more courageously.

I know, anniversaries like this are often filled with extravagant professions of love that- let’s be honest—tend to embellish reality a bit. But as I write these words today, I have no such concern. My wife isn’t perfect, and I’m certainly not either. We are a couple of messy, flawed people who have come far enough to see that there is much more growth and challenge to come. But what fills me with great hope and real joy is that we continue to seek after the One who has carried us so far, and I know His grace will always lead us home.

Bear with me- if you don’t love poetry, this may not be your cup of tea- but I loved it. It was written many years ago by William Cowper, a friend of John Newton (author of Amazing Grace and Cowper’s pastor). Something else to take note of- Cowper battled manic-depression (bi-polar disorder) much of his adult life and often questioned his own salvation. But listen to the hope that comes through in his writing- and let his hope grow yours. This excerpt from his poem, The Task, looks forward to the Day when Jesus restores all things to their original intent and purpose.

The groans of Nature in this nether world,

Which Heaven has heard for ages, have an end,

Foretold by prophets, and by poets sung,

Whose fire was kindled at the prophets’ lamp.

The time of rest, the promised Sabbath comes!

Rivers of gladness water all the earth,

And clothe all climes with beauty. The reproach

Of barrenness is past. The fruitful field

Laughs with abundance; and the land, once lean

Or fertile only in its own disgrace,

Exults to see its thistly curse repeal’d.

The various seasons woven into one,

And that one season an eternal spring,

The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence,

For there is none to covet, all are full.

The lion, and the leopard, and the bear,

Graze with the fearless flocks.

One song employs all nations; and all cry,

“Worthy is the Lamb, for He was slain for us!”

The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks

Shout to each other, and the mountain tops

From distant mountains catch the flying joy;

Till, nation after nation taught the strain,

Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.