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The Marriage Bed

This bed. I pass by this bed a dozen times a day. It is so common a sight that it has become background to me, a blur of white.

It gets made. It gets unmade. And then it gets made again. It is one chore to be done in a very long list of chores.

Let the marriage bed be undefiled. 

The marriage bed.

Like a match struck in the dark, I see. No, not just a bed piled with laundry or children who are scared in the middle of the night. Not just a bed with sheets to be changed and pillows to be lined up just so. 

The marriage bed. 

A holy thing. A sacred thing. A thing to be mindful of. A thing to look on with awe.

Moses led his flock to the far side of the wilderness and an ordinary bush became extraordinary. The bush burned with a flame yet was not consumed. 

The marriage bed.

Take off your shoes for where you are standing is holy ground. 

“Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled”                  Hebrews 13:4a


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