My Sunday teacher in high school was nice enough, a well-meaning lady. Mrs. Newman taught from the Bible what God’s marriage plan looked like. In a variety of ways, she got the consistent message across. She may have referenced a stack of Bibles; it’s just that she didn’t understand.
If she could have met the boy I was dating, I’m certain she would have taken her words back. I mean, my boyfriend was a really nice guy, there was nothing to dislike about him. Ok, he didn’t go to a church like mine, but still…
Mrs. Newman had to be in her forties, what could she possibly know about boys and dating? She was married, but still, she was so old-fashioned. She was teaching ancient stuff. How could any of that be of importance today?
One of her favorite bones to pick was to be equally yoked. What was that? I envisioned a male and female with this wood yoke around their necks pulling a cart. They would walk in unison. Ok, I got it; but like we would hardly be doing that!
“Be of the same faith.” Whatever for, it can’t be that important?
She had quite a list of other things to consider when we were dating boys:
“There are a lot of fish in the sea, make sure he is respectful of you.” Yeah, yeah, I know. He is
“Don’t spend too much time with each other.” Uh-oh, we have become exclusive. Not really hanging with our friends. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
Let me clarify that, he had friends, but not so much me. My neighborhood was full of old people, no kids to be had.
When you go out together, make it a group date with friends.” That’s fine if your friends had dates too, ours did not.
“No sex.” I knooww, what do you take me for?
There were others that I dismissed as well.
But I had moved on. Time has shown me there was truth in her words Wisdom comes with age!
I learned having the same religion makes it easier to be on the same page with each other. Fortunately, I found out his love and respect for his mom carried over to me as well. If I believed in luck, I would say that was a lucky break. I know better.
Twenty years later, attending a women’s conference, I saw Mrs. Newman. At break time we happened to sit at the same table with our refreshment.
It was so long ago, would she even remember me?
No matter, I looked upon this encounter as a divine appointment. I introduced myself and she claimed to have remembered me.
With pleasure I told her of my husband. I married that high school sweetheart, and yes, we had some ups and downs. But we reached a happily ever after marriage.
There is no doubt in my mind God had his hand on our relationship. Twenty-twenty hindsight tells me it could have been much different for us.
There are no guarantees in a marriage certificate. In his book, God mentions, if we do life his way, things will go well with us. We are living proof.