Last Sunday, I invited our community to reflect on one of the most profound yet challenging teachings of the New Testament: “Therefore, what God has joined together, let no one separate” (Mark 10:9). This verse takes us back to the dawn of creation, when God blessed man and woman and called them to become partners and stewards of His creation. Marriage, then, is not simply a human arrangement, but a sacred covenant rooted in God’s love and purpose.
I spoke about marriage as a school, a lifelong place of learning where none of us ever truly “graduates.” After almost 22 years, I am still a student…
In this school, we learn:
This “curriculum” is not easy, but it turns marriage into a channel of God’s grace and blessing.
I also reflected on the seasons of marriage, each with its own joys and trials:
But then, something happened. In the middle of this reflection, a cell phone rang. It was loud and obnoxious. The moment was broken. I felt distracted, lost my train of thought, and decided to end the sermon abruptly.
At first, I was frustrated. But as I’ve thought about it, I realized even that interruption held a lesson. Life, like marriage, is full of interruptions. Words go unsaid, moments get disrupted, and our best intentions sometimes collapse in the face of noise and distraction. Yet what defines us is not perfection, but whether we keep showing up for one another with love, patience, and grace.
So if you left church last Sunday wondering where I was going, let me say it plainly here: marriage is a school of love that unfolds in seasons. Each season, whether joyful or painful, calm or interrupted, becomes an opportunity to learn how to love as God loves.
Even in the awkward ring of a cell phone, I was reminded that we are all still students, practicing patience and humility in the school of life. And that is the truest sermon I could have preached.