’Til
death
do us
part
Some young friends came around for a meal recently. We were sitting, chatting in the lounge room when she who loves me decided to pull out the wedding album.
 I cringe.
I wait for the inevitable.
The album begins with the bride and works its way through to the bride and groom (me) holding hands in front of the minister. Almost there. Wait for it. Wait for it. Now!
“Oh, look, you had hair!”
Now I wait until the guests pick themselves up from rolling around the floor laughing.
“You don’t have to have hair to be handsome,” I say.
Sometimes it’s: “God only made a few perfect heads, the ugly ones he covered with hair.”
After awhile you gather a selection of these sayings for use at appropriate times.
But it got me thinking that things do change. And that’s particularly true after mfgmstyx years of marriage.
What’s that? You couldn’t hear what I wrote? How many years? Sorry, that’s cough, cough, splutter years—I seem to have developed this cold.
Like I was saying, things change. And at the altar we said we’d be true to each other ’til death do us part. Now there are a couple of changes I don’t want—death or parting. And death brings both.
Our Forever
Friend
Now I’m thinking of the old gospel song about Jesus being a Forever Friend. Yes, some things are forever. Even death can’t take away this friendship, for there’s a resurrection. And that will bring the kind of change I can’t wait for.
Not that I think I need hair, mind you. At least not as long as she who loves me keeps saying I’m more handsome now than when she married me. (Please escort that man who said love is blind from the room.)
Besides, who says anyone will have hair in heaven?
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Bruce Manners (left) is senior pastor of
the Avondale College church.