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When the Culture War Is Fought in Your Front Yard
“God hates divorce. God loves divorced people.” Those are the words of a pastor I used to know.
I hate divorce, too. I hate, hate, hate it. For the record, my parents are married and have been for over 50 years. I have been married for 26 years as of a few days ago. My parents have had their issues, my wife and I have had ours. We were close to divorce about five years ago, but God intervened and rescued us from our arrogance. My mother’s parents were divorced when she was a toddler, her dad being a raging drunk who beat my grandmother. My wife’s parents were both married and divorced multiple times. Beyond that, divorce has never touched me in any real personal way.
Until this morning. My son, 13, just came up from his long slumber to say that his friend’s parents are getting a divorce. I guess they’ve been having trouble for some time, they’ve talked about divorce before, but my son says it’s for real this time: she has a lawyer.
Call me a girly man if you must, but I’ve got some tears in my eyes as I write this. I hate that my son has to bear some burden in order to support his friend (though I love him for doing so). I hate that his buddy has to go through this, the uncertainty, the worry that it is his fault, being torn between mom and dad.
I’m not sure what else to say other than, if you pray, perhaps you’ll pray for Isaac and his family.
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I am so stealing this.
They say divorce is easier (though always awful) for kids the younger they are. 13 is tough. I’ll be praying for this kid.