A Love That Endured — And the Generations That Followed
A Love That Endured — And the Generations That Followed Introduction I met an old man a few months back, well into his eighties. His voice carried both strength and a quiet ache as he spoke of his wife, who had recently passed. They had been together for over sixty years—high school sweethearts. The only woman he had ever known, and he the only man she had ever known. As he told the tale without flourish or boast, I thought to myself: What a wonder this is. Not merely the length of the union, though that alone is rare—fewer than five percent of marriages endure to fifty years, and the diamond milestone of sixty or more rarer still—but the singular devotion within it. Here was a fidelity of body and soul untainted by others, a covenant untouched by wandering eyes or divided histories. No comparisons. No regrets of what might have been. Just one flesh, as the Scriptures declare: “And they twain shall be one flesh: so then they are no more twain, but one flesh.” — Mark 10:8 ...
