What a Long, Strange Trip It Has Been (1/3)
Recently, Susan and I returned home from an extended getaway. Before we left, we tried to set up certain boundaries about what we would and would not talk about. For the most part, we wanted to get away from those everyday conversations that we always find ourselves in and instead focus on talking about those things we never get around to talking about. We were hoping to talk about bigger picture things and not the more urgent type stuff. For the most part, we did a good job of doing that. It was a great trip and we really enjoyed being with each other and focusing on “being us.”
Part of doing that was looking back at some of “our history”. On the plane ride home, what kept popping into my head was the chorus to the song “Truckin’”. I just kept thinking over and over, “What a long, strange trip it’s been.” Particularly, I was focused on my faith journey.
Neither Susan or I were Christ followers when we met. It was shortly after we were married that Susan informed me that she had accepted Jesus as her Savior. This left me feeling shocked, hurt, mad, and confused. I was shocked because I did not see this coming and hurt because I thought she had held something back from me. I was mad at Jesus for stealing my wife, and confused because we were newlyweds and I had no idea what this was going to mean for us as a couple.
I did not respond well. All was fine if we stayed away from talking about religion, but how does that happen when you plan on starting a family? I soon became a persecutor, like Saul, when anything about Christianity came up. I was tough on Susan and built a wall around myself. I was not a happy person.
But something changed about seven years in. We were expecting our second child and Susan came to me and asked if we could find a place where we could go to church as a family. Up to this point, we had spent Sunday mornings apart as Susan went to her church every Sunday morning. The idea of attending church together was big, because I knew that it would not be the church of either of our youth. For Susan to ask me this, I also knew she was willing to make a change from the church she was attending at the time, since she knew I was not open to going there.
Come back for Part 2 on Wednesday.