Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Calling it Like I See it


There once was a man who told us he loved his wife but we never saw them together. He often complained that no one cared about her. He thought she was very ill. But he never made it easy for her to leave the house. I wondered in my soul how ill she really was.

Once I took her to a doctor’s appointment and listened to her for two hours. No one had done that for her in a long time, I could tell by what she said. I was young then and didn’t process it very quickly but did do what I could to open their eyes.

Recently a mutual acquaintance told me that the main, given, reason the man left the church he had been with was so he could attend a church with his wife. If that were true then by all means go. But for his next church he chose a fellowship that was not convenient for his wife.

In my world this does not look good.

As it happens, I know his new church is not a good fit for her because I’ve been there for a while now and it’s far too loud and nowhere near her home. I see this man at service and I hide from him because I’m angry.
Neglect and isolation are just as devastating, if not more so, than actually getting beat up. I wonder if he feels power or importance when he gets to give people updates on his tragic wife. Perhaps that is why he keeps her tragic. It does her no good. It proves he is a dick.

She is as helpless as he makes her and that is unjust.

I post this in hopes that it will generate constructive discussion. I know my view on the situation is flawed. But I can’t be silent.

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