Letters from the Equator

Have I managed to do 3 posts in a day before? Well, it’s now been done!

I spoke to a colleague of mine who got married just recently. I’m fond of asking baited questions without people knowing it’s a baited question, but I asked him how married life was for him. Expectedly, he answered there wasn’t any difference, so I asked him if his wife and him were staying together before they got married, and he said yes.

I don’t really have anything personal against cohabitation, but it’s my opinion that it takes away a lot of the fun of getting married and more importantly, *being* married. But in such times, it seems more people can’t seem to find good reasons not to. It becomes a matter of personal preference, which is mostly an emotional or physical preference.

In a funny way, I’m getting married soon. And I’m facing a lot of anxiety really wanting to be married and live together as wife and husband. And this waiting period is becoming more and more evident as time passes. What really builds the hope and excitement of being married is what God has instituted in both of our hearts these past few months, in preparing us for the life ahead.

It was said from the very beginning that man and woman shall leave their parents to become one flesh. Then they would be considered as one, expressed by the activity of intercourse on the night of the wedding. I won’t get into details here, but basically what cohabitation does is that it kind of dilutes the dramatic process of waiting and hoping for one another and after that, celebrating the union with one another.

Surely, we can dismiss this idea as being a completely fabricated fantasy, in view of what we can simply ‘enjoy’ now by cohabitating. But you just can’t beat the results. Deep in there somewhere, we know we were made for such grand things. I’m waiting for mine.