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by Joyce Latulorf When I was a little girl, I never knew anyone who was divorced (if they were, it was a well- guarded secret). No one in my family was divorced and you stayed together no matter what. Yet today all of us personally know someone, many really, who are divorced and our own family o f loved ones has been touched by this heartache. Archaeologists uncovered writ ten accounts on Roman walls re vealing that just before the de mise of the empire, people were given in marriage 13 or 14 times. Our divorce rate is traveling at a snail’s pace compared to their records, so maybe this is going to get worse before it gets bet ter! If my mother were here, she’d say, “ It’s the end times” and I’d agree with her. Perhaps sonje o f the romance has gone out of our marriage be cause we have lost the wonder of
T he song is current right now that asks, “Where have all the flowers gone?” and I keep re membering how many times in the past few months someone has said, “Where has all the romance gone?” Sometimes it’s said by young wives, but mostly it’s sad ly stated by middle-aged gals, some of them Christian wives and mothers. June — the month of brides, white lace wedding gowns and romance — yet I am continually facing the California statistic of one marriage in every two dis solving into divorce and the pace of divorce between couples who have been married 20 to 35 years is taking off at an astronomical speed! Divorce is no longer con fined to the outside world and affecting only pagans, but it has reached within the church and touched, divided and conquered many a saint.
love. Once, when we were young, we built a fire o f love around our mate and in those early days we carefully stoked it, kept the ashes from accumulating and tended it, but now we’ve grown tired of caring. We have the children to scold, the dinner to cook, the laundry to be ironed and by the end of our day, who feels like building up the fire or cleaning
Thought on Love: Love sees through u telescope — not a microscope.
out the fireplace? Who cares if the fire is out and the embers are no longer ruby-red? We are too busy, too tired and too apathetic, until one day we realize the kisses are given only on expected occa sions (birthdays and Christmas). We note that kind words and lik-
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