Finding the holy in places others may not see.

In a world where divorce is the easy way out, where one spouse abandons the other because he or she is no longer in “love” or isn’t “happy,” where broken marriages have become as common as throwaway containers, we can still find the holy places in a lifetime of love and commitment.

In the cozy living room of his Colorado home, the man’s eyes glisten as tells another story of his sweet bride. Married for over fifty years. A lifetime with each other. Raising their children, working hard, struggling through difficulties, building dreams, loving grandchildren, traveling, and enjoying life. Together.

Until.

She could no longer do so.

He continues to love her. When they stopped traveling and sold the RV. When he allowed her drive, but followed at a distance to make sure she didn’t get lost. When he installed locks on the doors so she wouldn’t wander out without him knowing.

He continues to love her. When they stayed in their home in the city because going back and forth to the mountain caused too much distress for her. When they consolidated their two homes into one because he could no longer safely care for her and she needed full time care.

He continues to lover her. When her conversations become a bit muddled, confused, distracted. When she forgets visiting family and friends. When she sometimes forgets who he is.

Never once does he blame her for the things he’s had to do. Instead, he says, “well, we decided it best to make this change.”

He loves her for better, he loves her for worse. He loves her in health and loves her in sickness. It’s definitely not what either planned or wanted. But he does it all for love. The most Christ-like love I have ever seen.

Finding Christ in places others may not see.