Recently, I joined a group of ladies to study the Bible on Tuesday mornings. Majority of them lived through the 60s, some of them have teenagers, many of them have little kids and then there's me: 23, newlywed, no kids, no pets, and in their words, "Honey, enjoy it while life is still easy." Each week the cotton tops and the breast-feeding momma's convene to talk about Jesus. It's a beautiful sight.
Nineteen chapters into Matthew, we hit a grumbling rut when Jesus decided to redefine the Pharisees' idea of divorce. My group leader Gina has had a divorce, and so has Debbie and Peggy and Carol... Are they all adulterers? You could see how clarity was far from some, while others had found peace over the years. Somehow we navigated around these icebergs of scar tissue and found our ways back home to read the lesson that would give answers/cross-references/explanations for the discussion we just had.
Side note: I love the design of this study. All during the week you go out on a limb with the Holy Spirit while reading Matthew, keeping all commentaries and google searches off the table, and see where He takes you. Then the next Tuesday, we meet and discuss which trails He took us down, what dead ends we stopped at and what new fields we frolicked through in the revelatory landscape of our God's Word. No sharing which church you go to, your judgments and conclusions on this, that and the other. It's not that we're that disciplined, it's simply not allowed. Just Scripture. Then we go separate ways and read a handout given with all the answers you maybe didn't have and all the connections, truths and references you needed to come full circle. Even then, sometimes it still leaves a knot in your back.
So when Ann said, "So, is my daughter committing adultery now that she's remarried?" I was quick to think, "Of course not." But where, besides the person of Christ and knowing Him well enough to think He would say the same, do I have proof in my pudding? That had me spiraling, until I got to Jeremiah.
My new (not for sale!) husband and I began reading Jeremiah together but separate, if that makes sense. We discuss it as it germinates but read it on our own. So while taking a break from the divorce dialogue, I flipped over to chapter 2 only to hear God saying, "What did your ancestors find fault with in me that they drifted so far from me?" Is it just me or do you hear the desperate plea of an abandoned husband? He is a heartbroken Lover. I began to sob.
As I've grown older, when I see my dad as a man who has pains and troubles yet still loves fully and still believes there is Truth to be had, I cry. Now as a wife, when I see my husband as a man, who works for our good, who serves with every fiber, who takes off each garment to be vulnerable and to love, who fights the world's candy-coated lies, instead nourishing His soul on Bread that gives Life, I nearly weep. It's too good, it's too tender, it's too Christ. This is to see man elevated to new heights of his being because he is doing as he is told: "Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self. What kind of deal is it to get everything you want but lose yourself? What could you ever trade your soul for?"
What joy we have to witness Christ's cross made effective as believers now carry theirs! As heart-wrenching as it is to see man sanctified into truer form, Christ's form, what greater breakage must our heart experience when we see our God articulating His Supremacy in our terms: human emotions.
There is greater understanding when we read Scripture in His voice to us as a grand narrative of an eternity-long courtship, especially with the divorce debacle. What the Pharisees clearly missed was the temporary concession Moses made for hard heartedness and not for the convenience of men, but to protect women. It was not God's purpose. Divorce reveals what is true of every one of us. Sin binds the three branches from which God demands love: our hearts, our minds, our souls.
So, on to Matthew, Jesus changes nothing, instead keeps the protective measure for women, and actually re-illustrates marriage, knowing full well His soon-to-be-died-upon cross was His deathbed for His marital love of the church. We see that God rejected divorce then because it damaged His picture of His own faithful love for His people! He hates it because it causes suffering, a deeply scarring, deserting, innocence-stripping, covenant-breaking kind of suffering. He has experienced it!
And while we're on a roll, let's address on more thing. Perhaps this is why women are given protection. As the Hosea prostitute lover Israel was, crawling back to their Magnificent God after whittling mini-god figurines out of balsa wood, He withholds His wrath and instead embraces His inglorious, prodigal people. ONLY GOD is capable of this grace. God knew no mere mortal man could ever reroute such anger to show grace until Jesus came to buy us the ability and rewire hearts. Thus Moses' concession.
So what about Ann's daughter? Now knowing God's heart behind what we initially read as His condemnation, which believers and innocent divorcees find themselves pinned beneath, we reread Jesus' command in new light. No believer who truly repents should consider themselves as living in a state of adultery. Even further, not all who are divorced are guilty of the sin of divorce. He said, "In this world, you will have trouble..." and then "Take heart! I have overcome the world."
We stand victoriously healed. In fact, we have a compensating joy for the world's bitter pill of suffering and our own hard heartedness. As a young married girl with no authority outside of Christ to even address this topic, I have been encouraged by these women around me as they shared a closing truth last Tuesday: "Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It's your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it."
God's Divorce
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Knee deep in a book given me by my new brother, I am cooking transformatively and philosophizing like I did my last semester in Tyson's class. This is not a book for the lighthearted. While most of the progress I've made the past few days has been accomplished waiting at one of our many state governmental offices (DMV, car title, social security... aaah the reality of the name change), the author ever-so-convivially transcribes your preconceived notions. At the beginning of chapter 10, he acknowledged something I had been feeling: "If you are still with me at this point, it can only be because you are a serious drinker of being: a man who will walk back ten paces to smell privet in bloom; a woman who loves to rap sound turnips with her knuckles." Prey tell, how did you know I enjoy a good turnip overture?
While I plan to divulge a bit more later, for now take this...
"Creation is God's living room, the place where He sits down and relishes the exquisite taste of His decoration. Things, therefore, as things, are inseparable from God, as God. Separate the secular from the sacred, and the world becomes an idol shrouded in interpretations; creation becomes too meaningful to make love to. As religion devoured life for the pagan, so significance consumes the world of the secularist. Delectability goes by the boards, dullness reigns and earth becomes a sitting duck for confidence men and tin-fiddle manufacturers of all sorts. Poor earth, poor stars, poor flesh. Without a Giver, they never become themselves."
While I plan to divulge a bit more later, for now take this...
"Creation is God's living room, the place where He sits down and relishes the exquisite taste of His decoration. Things, therefore, as things, are inseparable from God, as God. Separate the secular from the sacred, and the world becomes an idol shrouded in interpretations; creation becomes too meaningful to make love to. As religion devoured life for the pagan, so significance consumes the world of the secularist. Delectability goes by the boards, dullness reigns and earth becomes a sitting duck for confidence men and tin-fiddle manufacturers of all sorts. Poor earth, poor stars, poor flesh. Without a Giver, they never become themselves."
Monday, February 17, 2014
Inspired by my good friend Kelsey's interior design prowess and simultaneous prompting by curious friends and family for a look at our uptown bungalow, I've decided to do a mini-series of posts much like one of my favorite websites: Apartment Therapy. Spoiler alert: we live in 800 square feet of 1-bedroom-1-bathroom-corner-unit paradise, so there won't be much to show. However, we are quite proud of the work that has gone into making it look our own.
So a bit of background on Superman Groves (code for Brian, my husband): if you can dream it, he can build it. Last night we broke ground on our newest project which takes up our entire living room (more to come!). As the girl who can swing a hammer, use a measuring tape and hold my own with the cordless drill, I make a pretty handy assistant... but I am convinced this man could take a caulk gun and his router and remodel the Taj Mahal.
Long before I moved in, Brian began putting his touches on what he considered a stock apartment. Obliterating our lease contract with no hope for a return on our deposit, we now have custom-built bookshelves (installed in the wall), a walnut King-size bed frame, upholstered headboard and ottoman, bathroom shelving, and a beautiful color palate on our walls. I look to him with intense admiration and desire now living in the space he created and customized for us in which to build our lives together. What an easy environment to fully experience the truth and reality of our future hope that we are going to a place that has been prepared for us!
That being said, let us begin. Today: the bedroom!
So a bit of background on Superman Groves (code for Brian, my husband): if you can dream it, he can build it. Last night we broke ground on our newest project which takes up our entire living room (more to come!). As the girl who can swing a hammer, use a measuring tape and hold my own with the cordless drill, I make a pretty handy assistant... but I am convinced this man could take a caulk gun and his router and remodel the Taj Mahal.
Long before I moved in, Brian began putting his touches on what he considered a stock apartment. Obliterating our lease contract with no hope for a return on our deposit, we now have custom-built bookshelves (installed in the wall), a walnut King-size bed frame, upholstered headboard and ottoman, bathroom shelving, and a beautiful color palate on our walls. I look to him with intense admiration and desire now living in the space he created and customized for us in which to build our lives together. What an easy environment to fully experience the truth and reality of our future hope that we are going to a place that has been prepared for us!
That being said, let us begin. Today: the bedroom!
How about that red blanket? It all started with Ol' Glory, our American Flag throw from Faribault Mills, an American Woolen Mills company that got their start making blankets during the Civil War. Brian gave me Ol' Glory last year for Christmas and thus began our picnicking and blanket acquisition habits. Last year, J.C. Penny was selling them like hot cakes on super sale... Alas not anymore. Every few months we would save up and buy another. Big Red is a king-size blanket that found its way at the foot of our bed. And yes, they all have names.
Last year (note: when we were still dating), Brian asked me to write his last name on a piece of paper. Thinking not much of it, "Sure," and I wrote "Groves" in my thoughtless lowercase cursive. What you see above the bed is the product.
Bedding
1. Cream Duvet and Shams - Pottery Barn
2. Ikat Stripe Sheets - West Elm
3. Big Red - Faribault Mill
4. "Always Kiss Me Good Night..." Pillows - Gift from a dear friend
Lighting
1. Floral Toile Lamp Shades - Threshold Brand by Target
2. Clear Turned Glass Lamp Bases - Threshold Brand by Target
Headboard - Homemade
Bed Frame - Homemade
Side Tables - Thrifted and Hand-me-downs
Accent Wall Paint - Valspar Lariat Tan
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
As Brian likes to say, we're tier 2 hipsters... Instagram was too mainstream hipster for us, so we had to go a step further and join "the grid." Basically there's a photo camera app called VSCO cam, which just stands for Visual Supply Company. They also make and sell photoshop software and other things, but their iPhone app has some wonderful filters and photo editing capabilities. The company has an online hosting site for your photos... add a caption, upload and you're done. No one "likes" them, shares them, or tweets them. It's a portfolio of sorts.
All that to say, we have one! I listed the link to the right under "The Groves" in hopes it would be a good way for friends and family to check in with our daily life every now and then:
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