Monday, December 29, 2014

“Marriage is sharing life with your best friend, enjoying the journey along the way and arriving at every destination together.” — Fawn Weaver

Last Saturday in Seattle, my nephew David got married.  He’s a bit past thirty and some of us were afraid he would never find someone wonderful, but he did, Lyscha Marcynyszyn.  I can’t pronounce her last name, but then I have no need.  He sent us a wedding invitation even though he knew we couldn’t be there.  My son, Keith, and his wife, Adriel, represented our side of the family and loved it.  David is a cartographer (some of you may need to look that up) and is the son of my big brother, Joe, whose birthday is December 23rd and so was 74 years old the day of the wedding.  I have always been a big fan of marriage even back in the seventies when so many of our friends just lived together and made fun of those who needed a piece of paper to cement the relationship.  Every single one of those couples broke up and got married, some to other people, some more than once.  I am so happy for David because I know what a difference a loving wife makes in your life.  He is a really good man, so Lyscha got a wonderful, loving husband.  There are so many things that I have done that were worthy and good and every one of them would not have happened if I hadn’t had Karen in my corner.  Next June, we will have been married for fifty years, and it has been an exciting, scary, wonderful, and sometimes bumpy time, but it has always been memorable and we both would do it again in a heartbeat.  My self-esteem was way too low for me to have tackled, struggled with, and overcome the obstacles and problems that I faced had it not been for her strength and belief in me.  She supported me when I became a professional writer, a mental health worker, a teacher, a graduate student (four times), a pastor, and now a missionary in East Africa.  Marriage is not like the end of fairy tale, it is like a job you love but have to put some work into it for it to last.  I was just twenty when I married her in Abilene, Texas, at St. Paul Methodist Church (Methodists didn’t become United Methodists until 1968).  There is no joy so great that it isn’t even greater if shared with someone you love, and there is no sorrow or hurt that isn’t softened or healed by being with someone who loves you.  I wish them all the best and hope that they have as happy and as exciting a life like we have had—and are still having.  Seeing them in the pictures of the wedding on Facebook made me feel like a very proud uncle—they are a beautiful couple.  The world awaits them, and may they make it a better place.
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