“Heads I win, tails you lose.”
Those are the rules of a game I sometimes play with groups of youth.
Hand after hand will go up to win the quarter (nickel, dime, penny, whatever I have in my pocket).
Nobody ever wins, only me.
Some never get it.
Some somewhat-grownups still don’t.
On August 15, 2013, “The Washington Post” carried a story about how so many people make decisions, major and minor.
They flipped a coin.
Tens of thousands of people.
That’s 10’s, with a lot of zeros, of people flipping a coin to decide everything from whether to dye their hair to whether to go back to school; from growing facial hair to a decision to stop smoking; from getting a tattoo to having a baby.
To getting married.
From fortune cookies, to horoscopes, to a flip of a coin, we decide stuff. Like which team is going to possess the ball first. Maybe who’ll be president.
There’s a better way, a far better way, to be assured that the decision made is the right one.
Walk.
That’s it.
Simple.
A stroll.
The phrase “marriage made in heaven” means “the couple is ideally suited for each other, that marriage is their source of joy and harmony wherein there is deep and mutual love, respect, and understanding for each other.”
It means they are walking the same path, summiting the same peak, enjoying the same view from the top.
It means that their relationship is a symphony, a sheet of music, in which – and to which – they contribute their individual instrumental parts.
It means they are participants on a stage where someone else is the conductor, orchestrating, leading.
Not a flip of the coin.
Not chance.
Not random.
But orchestrated. Designed.
Proverbs 3:5,6
Very nice letter David. Thank you for sharing.