Mixed Marriages

7 Apr

Mike and I: turning each other into beautiful sea glass??

She makes her ponderous way to Iacopo’s office and emits a quiet growl of exasperation at the stacks of paperwork piled on the dining table after a late meeting with the congregation officers.  Hoping to reform Iacopo when they first married, Mirella proudly provided her new husband with a nice, big filing cabinet.  Iacopo dutifully filed it with correspondence and scribbled notes, but the organization remained more geological than alphabetical.  Several arguments later, he declared, “There are two kinds of people, cara mia, pilers and filers.  Ours is a mixed marriage.  –A Touch of Grace by Mary Doria Russell

I am a piler; Mike is a filer.

That is only one of the areas in which we have a mixed marriage.  We have both emitted a lot of “quiet growls of exasperation” at the other during the years we’ve been married.  Can you read the following verses and apply them to marriage?

Tell them to go after God, who piles on all the riches we could ever manage—to do good, to be rich in helping others, to be extravagantly generous. If they do that, they’ll build a treasury that will last, gaining life that is truly life.  And oh, my dear Timothy, guard the treasure you were given! Guard it with your life. Avoid the talk-show religion and the practiced confusion of the so-called experts. People caught up in a lot of talk can miss the whole point of faith.  Overwhelming grace keep you!  1 Timothy 6:18-21

My husband is a treasure given my by God.  But we’re a mixed marriage.  He’s a diamond and I’m a ruby.  We can only handle mixed-marriages with God’s grace.  Grace is the merciful kindness by which God, exerting his holy influence upon souls, turns them to Christ, keeps, strengthens, increases them in Christian faith, knowledge, affection, and kindles them to the exercise of the Christian virtues.

The next time I emit a quiet growl of exasperation at Mike, I’m going to try to remember to ask God for grace to see him and all of our little difference for my good, in the way that sea glass gets worn into something beautiful by the continual abrasion of waves against sand.

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