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I have had the privilege of preaching on marriage for almost 30 years as of this week, I have also had the privilege of being married for almost 37 years. I have to say that one of my favorite parts of this life has been marriage. God has taught me to be angry with my wife and still love her at the same time. He has taught me how to disagree and at the same time work to understand her point in the disagreement. He has taught me how to dislike her action and at the same time love that fact that she gets on my nerves with her actions. Tammy and I are so different, and our differences make us a great couple. I don’t want her to be like me nor do I want to be like her, I think that together we make a great us and that makes me strive to be a better version of myself. I read this little story the other day that I hope will bring a smile to your face as it did mine.
A MARRIAGE MADE IN HEAVEN
An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs.
Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands he crawled downstairs. With labored breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing into the kitchen. Where it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite sprinkled cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. "Back off!" she said, "they're for the funeral."
Your Pastor, Rev. Wayne Marcus
I have had the privilege of preaching on marriage for almost 30 years as of this week, I have also had the privilege of being married for almost 37 years. I have to say that one of my favorite parts of this life has been marriage. God has taught me to be angry with my wife and still love her at the same time. He has taught me how to disagree and at the same time work to understand her point in the disagreement. He has taught me how to dislike her action and at the same time love that fact that she gets on my nerves with her actions. Tammy and I are so different, and our differences make us a great couple. I don’t want her to be like me nor do I want to be like her, I think that together we make a great us and that makes me strive to be a better version of myself. I read this little story the other day that I hope will bring a smile to your face as it did mine.
A MARRIAGE MADE IN HEAVEN
An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs.
Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands he crawled downstairs. With labored breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing into the kitchen. Where it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite sprinkled cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. "Back off!" she said, "they're for the funeral."
Your Pastor, Rev. Wayne Marcus
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