Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The story of a marriage.

Children learn early on to meet their own needs.

A child who doesn't feel loved, doesn't feel significant, doesn't feel special to anyone meets another child who worships him.

They get married.

They're happy... for a while.

Eventually, little by little, clue by painful clue, they both figure something out.  The one, that he is not a god, that her worship is misplaced and doesn't fill the need in his soul because he was not made to be worshiped but to worship, the true God, Yahweh.  The One who's love he needs and always had.

The other figures out that he is not a god, he cannot fill her needs and she has wasted her worship on a broken idol.

How does the story end?