When I was going through the horror of losing my first marriage, it wasn’t just the marriage, it was EVERYTHING. My children, my wife, my career, my destiny! I was ALL IN to use a gambling term! I had no “just in case”.
To be explained at some point, but the paradigm I had was for a married man and his wife entering into ministry together, whole and intact, according to the acceptable pattern of what I knew to be the only way to go.
When I emerged from the other side of this nightmare, I was forever changed. I was on the outside looking in at the church, exe blaythayne I have been cast out . . . the divorce itself and the bitterness of it alienated me from the church. Sure, the ones who ran from me exposed the peony size of their god, that’s how I viewed it! But it was true of me as well. But Woe To Assyria will tell you the other side, the sweet oasis of truth that eventually came to me! God’s healing place of refuge and rest.
It was back in 1996, I was sitting at the back of a church in Kitsalano, Vancouver, BC, Canada. I was writing, and weeping. A good lady came along side of me, to ask if she could pray for me. The poor woman received that which I’d been writing, not able to be coherent just yet, I just gave it to her… I guess I hoped she’d be blessed with divine insight… but she wasn’t she kind of reeled in horror and not knowing what the heck!
The focus of the piece is that I was in the throws of deciding upon what to do! My then wife was taking me to court, and the custody of my children was at stake. Not knowing what would be the outcome! That when I rose to fight in a battle, where would it end, what would be the casualties?!?
God gave me the paradigm. Look here at Romans 12:17-21
Running Down Vimy 