About Marriages and Hockey
Well for the second Sunday in a row God interrupted my typical Sunday afternoon. I had just settled down after church, and starting playing a game online with my crazy American friends when James called wanting to go skating. Normally I'd say no cause the weather was beautiful outside and I was sure the skating would quickly turn into hockey. Being one of the few male Canadians that can't skate well at all, playing hockey is bound to be a painful experience. But I didn't really think twice about saying yes to going skating with him because I could tell by his voice that something was up and he was very upset - near tears upset.
When he got to my place (the rink is just up the street from me) he seemed pretty normal so I started to doubt whether I had imagined the stress I thought I heard in his voice over the phone. But not long after we started walking up the hill James started to tell me what was going on through his tears. I can only imagine the depths of his pain, knowing that he might have screwed up his marriage permanently by breaking an important promise he made to his wife. It was also scary for me, but reassuring for him, that I could easily see myself in his shoes. I mean my relationship with Jenita ended over the same thing. Not that this is any sort of excuse for our actions, but sometimes it's pretty tough being a guy. Yet for some reason God still uses guys like me, screw ups and mess ups, to reach people with His love. It just blows my mind sometimes when I think about that.
Once we got on the ice James started feeling some release from the stress. More people started coming and then a hockey game started. Several bumps and bruises later James and I left because I had to get home to prepare for the evening service. The service went well and I was pretty tired by the time I got home from the college and career Bible study so I went straight to bed.
I woke up Monday morning to some pretty stiff and sore muscles let me tell you. My lower back, knees and shoulders still hurt. Exercise is so overrated. :P
Matthew.
When he got to my place (the rink is just up the street from me) he seemed pretty normal so I started to doubt whether I had imagined the stress I thought I heard in his voice over the phone. But not long after we started walking up the hill James started to tell me what was going on through his tears. I can only imagine the depths of his pain, knowing that he might have screwed up his marriage permanently by breaking an important promise he made to his wife. It was also scary for me, but reassuring for him, that I could easily see myself in his shoes. I mean my relationship with Jenita ended over the same thing. Not that this is any sort of excuse for our actions, but sometimes it's pretty tough being a guy. Yet for some reason God still uses guys like me, screw ups and mess ups, to reach people with His love. It just blows my mind sometimes when I think about that.
Once we got on the ice James started feeling some release from the stress. More people started coming and then a hockey game started. Several bumps and bruises later James and I left because I had to get home to prepare for the evening service. The service went well and I was pretty tired by the time I got home from the college and career Bible study so I went straight to bed.
I woke up Monday morning to some pretty stiff and sore muscles let me tell you. My lower back, knees and shoulders still hurt. Exercise is so overrated. :P
Matthew.
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