“When will T-Time be finally over?” It was my girlfriend, lamenting the physical distance that I insisted we maintain between us.
I refused to lie down parallel to, or too close to her. The nearest we could lie was in a “T” formation. There is no sense in starting my engine before I was ready to race.
It seems that the covenant commitment of marriage is under attack in our world. There is legislative pressure to redefine it. And there is cultural pressure to devalue it.
Hollywood shows marriage as an optional accessory. We pay good money to watch sizzling shows that desensitise us to the pain of unfaithfulness, adultery, and divorce.
It’s almost as if marriage is a disposable (yet expensive) hat that you wear until the winds of life flick it off, and you don’t even bother trying to retrieve it.
According to the Bible, God instituted marriage.
The faithfulness between a man and a women was meant to tell a symbolic story of God’s faithfulness to His people, and hopefully their faithfulness to Him.
Our loyalty through tough times was meant to reflect God’s faithfulness in the face of unfaithfulness.
The Bible uses a euphemism for the sexual act. It is called “lying together”.
Outside of the context of a committed marriage, it is certainly a lie that we tell with our body.
We are saying, “I’m all yours, only yours, and we are one forever.” Casual friendships can’t really say this.
I couldn’t “say” this to my girlfriend either; I was very interested, and I was checking her out. But I wasn’t committed yet.
Family units are the bricks of society. Weak bricks make for an unsteady structure.
Make your brick strong: get married! Until then, don’t risk giving away your DNA, or receiving DNA from a casual acquaintance.
Why should you take from a friend what he or she might one day wish to pledge to their spouse? It’s much more satisfying to be exclusively with the one to whom you have committed in marriage.
Each relationship must find its own limits.
For me, T-Time meant treating her as I’d wish another man to treat my future wife. It is a sensible and respectful way.
It was worth the wait.
With two children, and another bun in the oven, I can safely assure you that T-Time for me and Mrs Cinzio no longer applies.