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The Force of Divorce (part 1)

I don’t think we truly understand what divorce is and why God hates it. For example, if I gave you the Merriam Webster’s definition of divorce, the action or instance of legally dissolving a marriage, more than likely you'll find that definition insufficient. If you are divorced or your parents are divorced, you know that definition lacks depth and substance. It’s like a survivor of a devastating hurricane describing his experience as “I witnessed a tropical cyclone with winds of 156 mph that was accompanied by heavy rain thunder and lightning.” You know that surviving a category 5 hurricane is bit more involved than announcing a weather report. (Ask anyone who survived Hurricane Katrina.) And yet every survivor’s story is unique and personal.

I especially believe we don’t get what divorce does to our children. I’m not saying that I completely understand it either. I’ve never been divorced, (not even close), but I do know how it affected me as a kid. Divorce is more than a legal termination of a marriage, it’s the death of what should be and could be. Don’t get me wrong, I totally understand why some people get a divorce. When children are abused and the environment is violent and destructive, the decision to divorce is a symbol of emancipation, I totally get that. But it doesn’t make the experience less painful or with fewer scars. I see divorce as a force that drops families to their knees in submission to a cruel master.

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  1. ToryMarch 20, 2012 at 8:34 AM

    Truth dude, good words man.

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    1. edward baptisteMarch 22, 2012 at 10:26 AM

      Thanks Tory. I finally got the courage to share some very vulnerable and intense experiences of my life. God is the greatest.

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  2. E.BoydIIIMarch 20, 2012 at 9:32 AM

    Yes I totally agree after experience it both my childihood and twin in my own life I really hate it.I'm determined to not be a survivor but an overcomer

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    1. edward baptisteMarch 22, 2012 at 10:28 AM

      Amen brother. I know God has taken you through the valley and now so much wisdom and perspective about overcoming the pain of divorce. God bless you.

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  3. Alecia Baptiste--Instrument of GraceMarch 20, 2012 at 1:22 PM

    Amen! So truthfully and powerfully spoken.

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