“When I look at the / black freckles on the / right side of my beloved’s / face it becomes // clear that I am here”
Since Synod 2016 the Christian Reformed Church has been studying, discussing and agonizing over same-sex relationships. That year, Synod created a committee which produced what is now called the Human Sexuality Report (HSR). Among other issues, the HSR recommended that homosexual activity breaks the seventh Commandment and is thus prohibited. Synod 2022 took the report…
Like the moon, marriages wax and wane. In Evan and Mae’s case it takes awhile for their marriage to grow into the promises they made in a hasty elopement after the teenage couple find themselves dealing with an unexpected pregnancy. Moonshine Promises is a collection of short stories, written by Redeemer University English professor John…
“And do you have everything you’re going to need today?” Last September, my middle child started high school, and his big sister decided he was going to be organized. She was going to make sure of it. Every morning last year, she ran through a checklist with him, making sure he had his lunch –…
Outside of my family, most people are probably unaware that I am only two generations removed from the practice of arranged marriage. My paternal grandparents were brought together by my grandmother’s eldest brother after their parents had died in a pandemic in Cyprus.
“Love is love” seems like a perfectly circular argument in that it starts with itself and ends with itself and goes nowhere in between
What happens when the going gets tough. Do we end up leaving, deciding it just isn’t worth it, or do we get into the trenches with our loved ones and fight for something we pledged to honour – which is God first, and marriage second?
I had this notion that we needed to cultivate some kind of common interest to keep our relationship fresh. At the time we didn’t even have our work in common. Jack was just starting out on the farm and I had an office job at the local nursing home. He often played tennis with his cousin and came home sweaty and happy. I thought it would be a great hobby for us as a couple.
Looking at my beautiful daughter, nearly four, I’m struck by how quickly these past four years have fled.
There’s a centuries-old blessing/admonition that says simply, “Go with God.” A church I know of uses that, and adds, “or don’t go,” citing Exodus 33:15: “If your presence does not go with us, do not lead us from here.” It strikes me that an entire Christian marriage ceremony – the institution, the union, the biblical instruction, the prayers, the hymns – can be summarized in that cryptic phrase.
My husband and I had a physical confrontation a while back, as a result of an argument. But it was not my husband who raised his hand to me. I raised my hand to him. I am not proud of what I did so I want to end it before it becomes a pattern in our lives.
The enemy wants to distract you, to make you think that you’re less because you’re single.