An Artifact of Marriage

One of the consequences of publication in a more formal journal is that I needed a head shot that did not include me wearing a hat or a beanie. I don’t have many of those. In fact, it was hard for me to find any picture of me by myself. Over the past five years, pretty much every good picture of me dressed up and formal has included me with my arm around my wife.

That’s pretty cool, when you think about it. It’s an artifact of marriage, the togetherness we share at each memorable event. We are always together, always sharing, always in community and communion. At the same time, it was a bit scary to realize that so much of my life has been invested in togetherness with another person that I don’t remember how life was before hand (except that I had a lot of bad habits).

The church is called to the same type of marriage. It’s beautiful that we are always together with Christ. We who become followers and journey through discipleship no longer conform to the patterns of this world and slowly begin to forget what life was like before our togetherness (except that we had a lot of bad habits).