A slice of married life
While cleaning up around the house this weekend, I discovered two things.
First, the question of whether to throw something out is a lot different when you've got a 20 yard dumpster in your driveway. Who knew we had 19 3/4 cubic yards of junk? The obvious spiritual lesson to draw from this is, you see, that it's good to, you know, rent an, ah, spiritual dumpster, as it were, from time to time.
The other thing I discovered was a notebook that I used during a retreat I took the year before I started blogging. Hard to believe they had invented notebooks that long ago, but I have the written proof right here.
Coincidentally (if you believe in that sort of thing), the last note I made relates to today's readings:. The note reads:
marriage is a reconciliation between
male and female
no picnic for either
As I recall, the idea I was recording is that, while Eve was pretty much literally bone of Adam's bones and flesh of his flesh, every marriage since then has been a post-Edenic effort to overcome the twin betrayals of Genesis 3.
"So she took some of its fruit and ate it; and she also gave some to her husband, who was with her..."
"'The woman whom you put here with me—she gave me fruit from the tree, so I ate it."
That would certainly explain the importance of having God do the joining.