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The Force of Divorce (part 2)

The force of divorce is a violent wind that rips and tears through families much like a hurricane, destroying homes and cities, leaving its survivors deeply scarred and changed forever. The force of divorce is an unforgiving and unmerciful god of destruction that we created because we are fallen, broken, messed up individuals. If marriage is a reflection of God’s perfect love and intimacy, divorce is a cracked mirror that reflects our depravity and hatred for one another; symbolizing our desire to be separated, dissolved, and disconnected from true love.

The force of divorce paralyzes our spirits and undermines our hope to find true intimacy. It spits in the face of family, kicking our children in the stomach. God hates divorce. It has been labeled a necessary evil in a society that mocks the institution of holy matrimony. Even the Bible documents its dark legacy. Some may suggest that divorce is acceptable because it was included in the Mosiac Law (Deut. 24:1-4). But with a bit more depth of understanding, we discover that Moses permitted divorce, not because God had no problem with it, but because the hearts of His people were so hardened (Matt 19:8). To me, divorce is like having a gun in the home. You hope you never have to use it, but you feel more secure in the darkness knowing it’s there when you need it. Even if that security may be a false one, for like a thief in the night, divorce snatches away more than our material possessions, but it robs us of our vision of intimacy and our willingness to trust our hearts in the hands of another flawed individual. We’re guarded, defensive, emotionally persecuted and deeply wounded. Heaven help the next person who comes along and attempts to love to us, even if that next person is God.

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