Well-Aged Love

A pastor-father’s advice to the bride and groom

Allison Joy, Timothy John,
what is for keeps is grounded on
a love that is not feeling-based
but chosen every day.
 
It is a love that turns blind eyes
to words or actions that aren’t wise
and gives the benefit of doubt
by focusing on grace.
 
It is a love that won’t keep score
and like you learned in Ecuador*
to get along requires work
and giving-in pays off.
 
Just like a glass of well-aged wine
whose taste betrays a length of time,
the love you two together toast
won’t happen overnight.
 
It can’t be hurried. Years must pass
to make the kind of love that lasts.
The crush of romance will mature
as passion yields to choice.
 
Much like you choose a cabernet
(in spite of what your feelings say),
just act on what you know is true
for feelings often lie.
 
The richness of a fine merlot
is guaranteed to freely flow
as you uncork God’s promises
and heed what He has said.
 
So as you, Tim, assume your role,
make Christ-like love your daily goal
by giving up what you deserve
and laying down your life.
 
Take up your cross and die each day
without insisting on your way.
For that’s how Jesus loved His bride
and then said “Follow me!”
 
And, Allison, that’s why you can
become submissive to your man
convinced he’s putting your needs first
as servant-leaders do.
 
And use the gifts God’s given you,
for Tim depends on what you do
to keep your home and finances
well-run and organized.
 
If both of you are giving in
to serve each other you will win
the game of love (agape style).
And it’s more than a game.
 
Tim and Al, for love to last
remember this… what’s past is past.
Don’t pick at scabs from yesterday.
Forgive and then let go.
 
Keep short accounts. Let anger out.
Don’t bury it, withdraw and pout.
Work through what’s come between you two
before you drift to sleep.
 
And when you wake to face the day
consult His Word, take time to pray.
And give Him all your hopes and fears
as you face what’s to come.
 
A marriage. That’s what on its way.
A marriage follows wedding day.
A lifetime to live out your vows
relying on the Lord.
 
So as you promise to be true
having confidently said, “I do,”
be sure that we who love you guys
will hold you to your words.

* Tim and Allison met in Ecuador at Covenant Bible College seven years ago. That common experience factored significantly in their eventual courtship.

** I had the priivilege of officiating my middle daughter’s wedding on July 24, 2011 and gave these words of advice to Allison Joy Asimakoupoulos and Timothy John Anderson.

The Father of the Bride Remembers

Pondering framed pictures in the hallway of my heart

When I think about my daughter getting married on her day,
so many precious memories crowd my head.
I think about her big blue eyes that closed each night at eight
as I said a prayer while kneeling by her bed.

I can see her with her Barbies as together we would play
make-believing on the floor pretending life.
I could tell as I observed my little princess talk to dolls
that she’d grow up to become a loving wife.

I remember her in soccer with a ponytail that bobbed
as she raced down field with dreams of kicking goals.
She epitomized persistence and uncanny discipline.
She attempted all she did with heart and soul.

In my mind I hear her oboe and the haunting notes she played
as she practiced after dinner in the den.
I can still recall her primping in the bathroom for a date
and the panic when a zit camped on her chin.

On the day she left for college, I could not hold back my tears.
She looked all grown up exuding confidence.
But I knew behind her smile was a nervous little kid
hoping desperately the campus would make sense.

I have memories of boyfriends and her search for Mr. Right
and the lessons that she learned along the way.
How she sought the Lord for guidance and found joy in what He said
and the lasting peace that comes when we obey.

Yes, the memories are many as I contemplate her life
and the speed at which the years have raced-on by.
But I’m grateful for the “pictures” in the hallway of my heart
that will call to mind my princess till I die.

* The following article appeared in The Mercer Island REPORTER this week about my daughter’s upcoming big day:

http://www.pnwlocalnews.com/east_king/mir/lifestyle/125781418.html

When the Hometown Team’s a Heartbreaker

Losing hurts more than winning feels good

When the hometown team begins to win
you give those guys your heart.
But that same heart begins to break
when it all falls apart.

It’s like a love affair gone bad
when they start losing lots.
It seems they’re cheating on their vows.
It’s gut-wrenching. It sucks!

They lose your trust each losing streak.
(Such trust can’t be regained).
But just when you have lost all faith,
they start to win again.

Your heart can’t take it. Nor can mine.
Such inconsistency
is cause for cardiac arrest.
So where’s that EKG?

* My Seattle Mariners are breaking my heart once again. But I know I’m not alone. Chicago Cubs fans are used to being on a yo-yo string. Other hometown teams have left their loyal fans clutching their chests. There is nothing quite like giving your team your heart only to have it broken over and over again.

A Mickey Mouse Verdict

Why Casey Anthony’s acquittal seems like a visit to Fantasyland

Twas just down the road from the Shrine of the Mouse
that a jury returned to Judge Perry’s courthouse
and rendered a Mickey Mouse verdict that shocked
a nation convinced they knew best.

Were Goofy and Daffy among those who said
that even though Casey’s young daughter was dead
she wasn’t the cause of this most heinous crime
and was falsely charged from the start?

Was justice the victim of Fantasyland?
Did Tinkerbell play a mischievous hand
by blinding the jurors from seeing the truth
with pixie dust bursts from her wand?

I ache for the child whose life was snuffed out.
Though Casey got off from some reasonable doubt,
that poor helpless baby remains without voice.
Should not someone pay for this crime?

America the Not-So-Beautiful

Why we’ll plead the Fifth on the Fourth

I’m wondering if Honest Abe
is turning over in his grave
as two successive governors
are jailed in Illinois.

And what about in New York state
where same-sex couples celebrate
that “marriage” has been redefined.
My God, what’s going on?

And did you know in Albany
the governor’s morality
permits his girlfriend act as wife
without exchanging vows?

And what about those we ordain
to serve God’s flock in Jesus’ name?
Have we ignored what He requires
insisting we know best?

What’s with our nation’s highest court
whose recent ruling came up short
suggesting violent X-Box games
are safe for little kids?

Our once-blessed nation stands condemned
because of ways we’ve boldly sinned.
And so this Fourth we’ll plead the fifth
and try to dodge our guilt.

America the beautiful?
Since tolerance became so cool
we’ve lost the beauty we once claimed.
The light’s gone from our eyes!