On Tuesday, my parents celebrated 36 years of marriage. That’s 13,140 days. 315,360 hours. More than a third of a century.
Yeah, it’s a long time.
I was thinking about this while I was listening to a song “Dancing in the Minefields” that Andrew Peterson wrote about marriage. Andrew had this to say about the song (and marriage) in his CD liner notes:
Marriage, see, was God’s idea. It’s one of the most potent metaphors in all of Scripture for the way God loves us and the way we’re to let ourselves be loved by him. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy. To the contrary, it’s fraught with peril. Any good marriage involves a thousand deaths to self—the good news is, in Christ that marriage involves at least as many resurrections. We lay our lives down and enter this perilous dance with another human being who has done the same. Why should we expect to emerge unscathed?
As usual, Andrew said it better than I could. I especially enjoyed this snippet of the song:
“I do” are the two most famous last words
the beginning of the end
but to lose your life for another, I’ve heard
is a good place to beginThe only way to find your life is to lay your own life down
And I believe it’s an easy price for the life that we have foundWe’re dancing in the minefields
We’re sailing in the storms
This is harder than we dreamed
but I believe that’s what the promise is for
Thanks, Andrew. And Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad.
