Wed-letter days

There exists as a legal construct in some parts of the country something called "covenant marriage", designed by churchly types to be harder to get out of than the standard variety. (In Oklahoma, this is not a particularly difficult task, as the laws here are flexible, even bendy; I have yet to see anyone claiming, say, "watching too damn much football" as grounds for divorce, but it seems to fall within the guidelines.)

Yesterday a clergyman, having read the piece I wrote on it — or maybe not having read it, given its slightly-jaundiced tone — wrote me and thanked me for this bit of outreach, and suggested a link back to his own ministry, for the greater glory of the Lord and all that. There are times when someone else's earnestness outweighs my snarkiness, and this was one of them, so I duly tacked on a new paragraph.

Besides, given my tendency to look for connections where none likely exist, this weekend marks the 25th anniversary of the one time I took this particular step, a step for which I was poorly prepared and which led to some serious backpedaling not too many years later, and while I'm not arguing that what goes around comes around, certainly what goes around leaves little reminders of where it's been.

Posted at 10:59 AM to Table for One