Her love was like an island
In life’s ocean vast and wide
A peaceful quiet shelter
from the wind and rain and tide
‘Twas bound on the North by Hope
By Patience on the West
By Tender Counsel on the South
On the East I rest
Above it, like a beacon light
Shone faith and truth and prayer
And through the changing scenes of life
I found a haven there.
I read his homage on an airplane as we were banking over the
coast of Texas/Louisiana, and I had a beautiful view of the barrier islands
there. It made me think of the many varieties of islands in the world. Some are
trivial and can be easily inundated by the tides or the storms of life, others
are completely inhospitable. I was reminded of the hideous island in William
Golding’s book, The Pincher Martin, with its razor-sharp rocks,
poisonous water, and treacherous crevasses. I thought of Sentinel Island in the
Indian Ocean, inhabited by a murderous people who have no patience to tolerate
any outsiders on their beaches.
But then I thought of some of the fantastic islands of the
world, such as the one in Goldings’s book, The Lord of the Flies, or the
Hawaiian Islands, or Nantucket & Martha’s Vineyard which stand firm and
provide ample protection against the winds and the waves—you might call them paradise,
even, as many have.
It made me think of my relationship with my wife. If she’s
honest would she call me a haven or a peril? Does she find safety and
resoluteness against the world’s upheaval or does she find the ground shifting,
unpredictable, and unstable?
Is she my help as I journey through life’s sorrows and as sea
billows roll? Do we encourage each other to rest on the anchor of Christ and
his Word together, and thus find solid footing, a firm foundation, amidst the
crashing waves and hurtling wind together?
The Proverbs are clear that there are spouses who are worse
than no spouse at all. *Spoiler Alert* The Pincher Martin makes
this point startlingly well when you realize the nightmare that the main
character experienced for months was all an illusion, and that the man had—in
fact—died in the shipwreck. */End Spoiler Alert/* Reading that book as a
young man rocked me to the core: which was preferred, death or a hellish
salvation?
Samuel Zwemer turned that epiphany towards Heaven. Am I a
paradise to my wife and she to me? Or would we have been better off to drift
through this life alone?
Along the same lines, Jimmy Buffet wrote something very
profound when he spoke of One Particular Harbor, a place of peace,
tranquility, and contentedness. For many in this world that harbor is a literal
place, a favorite beach, locale, real-estate, house, or property. Before
becoming a Christian I referred to both my car, and my motorcycle, as
“My1Hrbr”, and went so far as to request that vanity license plate (it was
taken). But beloved, how much better is that harbor when it is a person—the wife
of your youth, her alone—you blessed in her companionship, and her secure in
yours?
I am resolved to provide that haven for my wife, to be a
safe and hospitable island for her, and to serve Jesus with her and encourage
her to continue resting on Christ the solid rock. His anchor holds within the
veil, and I thank God for this opportunity to serve him with my wife, my one particular
harbor.
Lord, May we together make the name of Jesus famous like
Samuel and Amy Zwemer. Amen.
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