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Why I am a weary, jaded Christian wife

We walk around with bleeding heart wounds, infecting those closest to us and passing on the inner pain, like a baton.

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A smart fool, deafening silence, organised chaos are just a few examples of oxymoron. Other examples that may not at first appear oxymoronic because of overuse. We speak of abusive marriage, toxic love, peaceful demonstrator, brutal police, as if all these word combinations make sense. A marriage was created as a voluntary caring union, love is meant to be safe, a demonstrator is not at peace with the status quo and a police officer is to protect, to be humane, not brutal. The Maandamano images and first-hand accounts of those who experienced brutality and vandalism from both the protestors and police left me wondering on whose side was God in this situation. They all called on God to avenge on their behalf.

It is like our so-called Christian marriages that are anything but joyous. Toxic, hateful Christian marriages are the oxymoronic reality of today. We spiritualise physical matters and accuse the devil of waging war against marriage, yet we live in absolute disobedience against the precepts of a Christian marriage relationship. We are so foolish in our approach to the marriage that we think, if we wedded in a church building, then ours is a Christian marriage. A husband who should love his wife like Christ did – sacrificially – is so cruel towards her that even Satan is in awe.