It’s a comment that I read again and again this afternoon.
PTL. PTL. PTL.
For the unindoctrinated, it stands for Praise The Lord.
Nicer than this, from a charming character using the Facebook name of Faith InChrist Saves: “Call it a “partnership given over to reprobate minds”, but don’t call it marriage”.
Here’s another picture.
It makes me smile.
Mrs Woog shared that one with us today. It’s beautiful, isn’t it. How so very happy they look! It makes me just smile.
Until the very moment when I think about how these faces look today.
How would your face look, if you were just told that you were no longer married to the person who held your heart?
That your marriage just isn’t valid anymore?
That in Australia – your country – you cannot assume that you have the right to marry the person you adore.
No wedding. No moment to unite both sides of your family to celebrate your love. No updating of relationship status. No aging together, bound by marriage, holding each other through age and infirmary, weeping when one makes an eternal exit. That you can contribute to your country, you can live here in peace and with the excess that we take for granted – but your love will not be recognised as legally valid.
Do you have any idea what this might feel like? Can you imagine those beautiful faces now?
I have friends who are in support of today’s decision by the High Court. I respect them and their beliefs, just as they do mine. That is what makes us adults, and gives strength to our friendships.
And I hear the argument that says that same sex marriage isn’t the traditional view of marriage – not what marriage is designed for – so, just as our friend Faith suggests, changing the name of the union might be more acceptable. For example, telephones no longer perform the sole function they were designed to perform many years ago, which is why they are no longer called telephones. Except they are. So maybe that argument is a little bit wrong.
Here is what I object to:
Hear the glee? The smugness? The joy stemming from the fact that these unions are to be annulled? That hearts are breaking? That we live in a country that is fast being left behind? Nile’s commitment to hashtagging himself throughout every social network? Himself, and not his Lord? Himself, and not something like #marriageequality?
Wonderful, isn’t it.
At the end of the day I think it is safe to assume that the couples who were wed over the weekend are in no way more or less in love right now. They’ll continue to love each other, after their marriage is annulled. They’ll care for each other, perhaps make a cuppa, sit and ponder what this might mean. Talk to the one they love about better days that might come, realise they have no regrets from the weekend, and then perhaps mow or make dinner or walk the dog.
Who’d want to be a reprobate like that?