“I’m going to marry Jesus’ first cousin!”
These are the words I declared to my friend during a discussion on celibacy, marriage, sacrifice, and “doing it God’s way”. As usual, I was in a moment where I had let my impatience take over and I was speaking out of frustration, but I felt entitled! I was tired of being alone; I was growing anxious to meet the perfectly imperfect man God has for me. I felt like if I was being obedient and sacrificing sex, companionship, relationships, cuddling, kissing, date nights, etc.- that the man who God has for me would and should be so Godly and strong in the Lord that he would be like “Jesus’ first cousin”. I figured that I was still waiting for God to finish molding this man just for me. I’m talkin’ ’bout a man who talks just like Jesus, serves just like Jesus, loves just like Jesus, walks humbly just like Jesus, worships just like Jesus, prays just like Jesus, and leads just like Jesus! Yep, that’s what I felt I was entitled to because I was being obedient and patient…well, not really patient. I had drawn him up in my mind- exactly how he should be and what kind of family he would come from and what his relationship with God would look like…
Then the Lord checked me.
See, the man I was envisioning was pure and clean and perfect. He didn’t have baggage or a past or skeletons in his closet because of course that would’ve made things messy and I wasn’t looking for a mess because I was one! I wanted easy, simple, clean: We meet-we court-we marry, all in a nice neat little package with a pretty pink bow on top. And since I had spent over an entire year being so obedient, I was entitled to such, right?
Wrong. Oh so very wrong…
It didn’t take long for the Lord to remind me of the steaming hot mess that I came out of…
I didn’t grow up in a Christian church; I didn’t save myself for marriage; I had numerous pregnancy scares with the men I had involved myself with; I hadn’t kept my body as a pure temple for the Holy Spirit. I was mean and frigid to strangers and didn’t trust anyone. I was proud. I didn’t honor my parents. I allowed my emotions to completely run my life. I had no accountability. I used to smoke, drink, fornicate, curse, lie, manipulate, struggle with addictions, get abused, abuse myself- I mean, I was ALL UP IN THE WORLD! Just stick my picture on a billboard for what a woman of the world looked like- I was Satan’s lil’ puppet! This kind of behavior and attitude lasted for years with different struggles dominating more than others at any given time.
But look at me now…
The majority of the time when I share my past with someone who has only known me since I’ve surrendered to Christ, they don’t even believe that the girl I just described was me. They just can’t see it (PRAISE GOD!). Unfortunately, I have way too many stories, life lessons that were learned and emotional scars for me to be making it up or exaggerating. I actually have to convince them by sharing stories, showing pictures and becoming transparent beyond my comfort level. The thing is, I really don’t even mind because every time I share my past, I get to share my present, which is strong and solid in Christ. People who listen to me and see me get to witness the transforming and renewing power of Christ. I have been delivered and redeemed for all my nonsense. The light of our Savior shines so bright in me that the shadows of darkness from my past can’t and don’t haunt me. So, if I am now this beautiful walking, talking, breathing example of His incredible redemptive work, how could I be so arrogant to dismiss the possibility of my future spouse having a similar story? Clearly I am NO ONE to be rejecting anyone with a messy past.
The more I thought about and reflected on everything in my past that my spouse will have to accept, the closer I got to a complete heart change. My initial desire for “Jesus’ first cousin” completely died and I realized that what I really wanted was a former hot-mess just like me! “Therefore I say to thee, her many sins have been forgiven, because she did love much; but to whom little is forgiven, little he doth love” (Luke 7:47). I am not above anyone else and I have to be willing to accept anyone with a past in the world as a new creation in Christ. I need someone relatable who will be able to accept who I was in the world because they too will have their own story of redemption. It was in this moment that I became willing to accept whatever man God created for me- even if that meant that he was a former serial killer, a single father, a man with a disease, a recovering drug addict, whatever messy past that had been put to rest, I became ready and willing to accept it.
Upon even further reflection, I came to the conclusion that the messier my spouse’s past is the greater potential our ministry has to reach those who are captives in the world. People in the world relate more easily to those who have shared in their life experiences. It feels more credible for a person who was previously caught up in fornication & redeemed, to be able to witness to a girl who is currently involved in it than for a virgin to try to relate to the emotional mess that is attached to the consequences of such a sin. My hot-mess gave God an opportunity to truly show His glory by the work that He did in me. My messy past + my husband’s messy past + God’s grace and salvation= the potential to impact the world in an absolutely incredible way. This is not to say that I’m out there looking for former serial killer rapist who was addicted to heroin to be my husband, but hey, if that is who God says is mine then let “what God joins together, no man separate” (Mark 10;9).
When I look around at the example that the world has set for relationships, and the way it defines love- I don’t want it. All the dysfunction, lack of respect, infidelity, break ups, broken families, broken hearts, single parents, STDs, nights of crying yourself to sleep, sad love songs on the radio….that’s not what My God says love is or how it’s suppose to look. That’s not what He intended for His children. The problem is that people have lost hope in each other and in themselves. The world has perverted love to the point that it is beyond recognition and people are left to try to define it for themselves. Singles look around at the selection and try to fish through the mess to find the “best of the worst”- whose mess can they tolerate the most? Without knowing the very definition of love (God), how could anyone be successful in finding Mr. or Mrs. Right? It grieves my heart to see what the world has settled for as acceptable and it is my prayer that my former hot-mess of a husband and I will be able to touch the lives of people who have not yet experienced the kind of love God has for them through our ministry, which will truly be born out of ashes.
God loves a Hot-Mess!