Last evening we had a wonderful family time celebrating our younger son’s birthday. He’ll soon be 32 years old and will any day now be a father himself. I asked my wife, Mary, “Are we really that old?” Could we be old enough and be married long enough to have a son his age? She assured me without hesitation that we are, but then quickly added, “…but, how blessed we are as well.” I couldn’t agree more. If we get our eyes on our failing bodies, our forgetful minds or our lack of retirement funds, we can quickly become restless, worried or even discontent.
Thirty seven and a half years ago, one man and one woman said, “I do.” It was a hot, sweaty day with no air conditioning in the church building where we were married. The service was long and the intense heat made it seem even longer. One man called to one woman would produce thee amazing children who will produce children through the creative act of God called marriage. “It is not good for the man to be alone, I will make a helper suitable for him,” was God’s observation. The Lord anesthetized Adam, took one of his ribs and fashioned a woman called Eve. When Adam awoke he saw that which was created just for him and he exclaimed, “This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh…” And God said, “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.”