Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy… In the same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies.
–Ephesians 5:25-28 (NIV)
I have never loved Mary Ann this way.
Mine has been a measured love. As just a single example, I pride myself on the diapers I help with, but I could only help so much in the night (of course we would all understand: I need to get good sleep so I can do my work effectively during the day).
I have never given myself up for her. I have not even thought in those categories. As helpful as I think I may be, how many times have I let the buck stop with Mary Ann in our home, such that if the important things are going to get done the weight of responsibility often is left to rest with her?
Too often — I would say habitually. Ouch.
I went to pull the log out of my own eye and found a lumber mill.
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.
–John 15:13 (NIV)
I have purposed to lay down my life for my wife like my Christ did for me.
Pretty somber and morbid, huh? I must mope around, full of self-pity. It must be miserable for my whole family, living with a crazy man who claims he’s (*sighhhhh*) going to “layyyyyyyy down his liiiiiiiiife for his lovvvvvvved ones”, eh?
Once more I say, Nay! Check with Mary Ann — see if I’m making all this up. Or wait five years and see if this is a passing fad with me.
Oh, but it’s such a joyful way to live. Several times already when I’ve been reposing comfortably on the bed and hear Ian cry, I’ve felt the comfort of where I am — and then I think, “Oooo! Lay down my life!” And I’ve jumped up to help. I don’t have to be ashamed. I’m there, covering her with my feathers.
And Mary Ann knows she’s loved
And Christ is glorified
by the hands of sinners like me
What a mighty God we serve!
To God be the glory.