THE WALL Their wedding picture mocked them from the table, these two whose minds no longer talked to each other. They lived with such a heavy barricade between them that neither battering ram of words nor artilleries of touch could break it down. Somewhere, between the oldest child's first tooth and the youngest daughters graduation, they lost each other. Throughout the years, each slowly unraveled that tangled ball of string called self, and as they tugged at stubborn knots each hid his searching from the other. Sometimes she cried at night and begged the whispering darkness to tell her who she was.
He lay beside her, snoring like a hibernating bear, unaware of her winter. Once, after they had made love, he wanted to tell her how afraid he was of dying, but fearing to show his naked soul, he spoke instead of the sexiness of her body. She took , a course in modern art, trying to find herself in colors splashed on a canvas, and complaining to other women about men who were insensitive. He climbed into a tomb called "the office" wrapped his mind in a shroud of paper figures and buried himself in customers. Slowly, the wall between them rose, cemented by the mortar of indifference.
One day, reaching out to touch each other, they found a barrier they could not penetrate, and recoiling from the coldness of the stone, each retreated from the stranger on the other side. For when love dies, it is not in a moment of angry battle, nor when fiery bodies lose their heat. Love dies panting, exhausted, expiring at the bottom of a wall it could not scale. Some of us at New Life Church have experienced this wall. We know how it feels.
And yet we have also experienced this wall being dismantled. God has a way to take down the wall. Would you like help in bringing down your wall? See our Family Helps page with helpful links and resources.