I drove down the freeway, the intense anger a cover-up for deep pain. I began to talk to the Lord about the situation.

Well, actually, I yelled, and pounded on my steering wheel.

“HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU KNOW WHAT I’M FEELING? HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE AN UNFAITHFUL SPOUSE? YOU NEVER EVEN DATED ANYONE???”

I felt sort of “ripped off”. It didn’t seem fair that Jesus didn’t have to go through he headaches and heartaches of marriage. How could He possibly understand what it’s like to be married?

In the midst of my angry outburst, He spoke, His voice soft and gentle:

“Tami, who is my bride?”

Stunned, I thought for a moment, then said, “The church.”

“Yes. Where is she, and what is she doing?”

Oh!

I began to consider His point.

Jesus claimed the church – us believers…