My 24-year-old daughter loves staring at the stars, growing roses (which I water) and dreaming about attending art school in England. And as an honest adult, there are times I'm embarrassed by the witness of our church.
“If I were an honest teenager, there are times I wouldn’t have wanted to be there either.
How can we unleash the full potential of our marriage if we have a spiritual chasm between us? (If anyone knows Pete, or why he cares about the children, please let me know in the comments—oh, and tell him I want back my copy of As tempting as it was to ignore the problem of our differences and hope it went away, Rachel and I talked about it, and decided that since we valued our marriage too much to leave it to chance, we would be proactive about addressing our differences: we’d do it the hard way. I don’t want to be her Savior, I want to be her husband.
How can we possibly understand each other when we approach life so differently? What is it about Jews and Christians that they need to suffer to feel alive? I want to spend every day getting closer to her and knowing her more, faith and all.
She would “get over it” just as she had gotten over Beanie Babies, alternative rock bands and her nasty obsession with wearing all black.“I can remember being wary of organized religion, even when I was quite young,” she said. But I kept praying because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. The goal was to start a conversation, explained church administrator Kay Pettygrove.
According to the Oxford English Dictionary,means “consideration” and “regard,” not agreement.
Not because I have some fancy Ivy League degree hanging on my wall, nor because I’m a published marriage counselor—no, I’m a marriage expert because I’ve been married twice. My first marriage was to a lovely woman of like-spirituality. I know this, because my second wife, an even more lovely Christian woman named Rachel, told me so.
I’m a big believer in the school of you-don’t-know-it-until-you’ve-done-it. We were both humanists (which is a fancy term for do-gooder atheists) of Jewish descent. Rachel also told me that our marriage is a resounding success, and I believe her.
There is never a “winner.” In the end, if there is an end, we simply decided to love her and support her life journey into herself.
We used everything from theological documentation and Scriptural assurance to Sunday school lessons and counseling with the youth director — all to “prove” our point.