To Whom It May Concern:
In May of 1997, I got married. Most of you know I was married to my husband in June of 2000, but, well, this was my first marriage. I didn’t tell a lot of people at first because I felt a little shy about it and I wasn’t sure how people would take the news. I was only 17, after all, and it wasn’t exactly a “normal” marriage.
Nevertheless, I was completely smitten. He was a man I’d known all my life. From the time I was a little girl, I’d stare at his picture and marvel at him in wonder. I wondered how all the good things I’d heard of him could really be true.
Somehow, I believed that they were.
As I grew older we shared many conversations. I studied him intensely and often looked to him for help and advice. When I told others about him, sometimes they laughed at me. They told me his advice was wrong. They warned me not to get too close to him if I wanted to be happy. It seemed that no one quite understood how I really felt about this man.
Many people I knew did respect him, though. They told me he was good and that I should keep talking to him. They said I should listen to him. I felt very attracted to him, but I was often scared to do the things he asked of me.
Finally, the day came for us to marry. I didn’t even know he was going to ask! I was so surprised when he knelt down and asked me to be his own. I stood alone as a room full of my teenage peers watched while tears streamed down my astonished face.
I was whisked away by a friend’s mother and we sat and talked of him for a long while. I told her how I’d accepted his proposal. I told her all about why I’d said, “Yes.” I told her how much I loved him and how happy I was to be his bride.
My first love was Jesus Christ. I have been part of his bride for more than 18 years. I still love him most.
It seems, however, that our marriage is not recognized in many places anymore. No one seems to respect our relationship. I mean, I just want to be allowed to keep loving this one who chose me and whom I chose – for life, for death, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health. But when I go out in public and speak of him, people get angry. When I talk about what he forbids me to approve of and celebrate and how I, as his adoring bride must submit out of love, they curse me and call me names. They say I’m hateful and intolerant. They even threaten our house and all my brothers and sisters. They say they will force us to approve of their sin in our own home – that is, the church. Of course we will not, but it all is just so confusing to me. I mean, aren’t these the same people who speak all out all the time about “tolerance,” “discrimination,” and being free to choose whomever it is you’d like to love? But they hate me for the one I choose to love and obey. Why?
Because my Lord does not agree with them. His commands conflict with their choices. Even though we do not agree with them either, we still love them. We don’t call them names. We pray for them. It is because we love them that we tell them the truth.
These ones do not have to agree with me or my Lord, (although I wish they would!) but how can they justify their bigotry towards me in efforts to claim their own? Who goes on a crusade against hate, intolerance, and discrimination by bringing hate, intolerance, and discrimination? The double standards of this group are altogether overwhelming.
If they do not recognize my union, that is fine. If they do not approve, that is fine, too. But I will not approve of or recognize them at the expense of my own holy matrimony. To do so would cause my divorce. How can I divorce my love in exchange for mandated bondage by those who hate him? I cannot. I will not. He never forces me into submission like this group intends for me. He merely offers his sacrificial life and his true freedom to me. I’d be a fool to exchange his truth to fit in with them and the lies the Enemy has deceived them with.
The world may not recognize our marriage now, but when its time for our immaculate reception, they will all bow in deference to my King. My only prayer is that they would come to him before the day of salvation is over and that hour is passed.
I just thought you all should know about my forbidden love story so you could be praying for me and the rest of His bride. I fear the days to come will prove difficult and many will seek to destroy our marriage. Let us pray.
A little girl who loves Jesus