I wonder how many of us have gone on to marry, and marry well. I’ve not –
although I’d love to.
In our present moral climate, where words are being redefined to mean whatever anyone wants them to mean in that moment, and consequently to mean absolutely nothing at all, when marriage can be between any two (or more) people, or person and thing . . when divorce is almost as common as marriage itself and most people are just living together without any pretense of commitment . . .
Marriage — real, authentic, traditional marriage — has become probably the most radically countercultural and courageous step anyone can take.
I doubt I will marry, now, after so many years, but I believe with all my heart that we who have experienced the worst of the legal institution must hold fast to our ideals of the spiritual realities of marriage, and defend them with all our might.
Let this be our legacy — a courage of a sort, defending the truth we believed, the fulfillment of union we were denied, the ideal that is bigger still than our loss or others’ failures or betrayals. Let our voices proclaim the reality that others, including our former spouses, would deny: Marriage is a mystical and complete union between two people — one man and one woman for a lifetime — as complete as it is possible for any two individual souls to be united, in this world. It is the bedrock of society, the only proper place for children to be brought into the world and raised, the haven from the sorrows and sufferings of the world.
We owe it to ourselves and to our children to hold fast to the idea, regardless our loss and heartbreak.
Even if we are denied the experience, let us not fail to affirm and support and advocate for the ideal itself. Let us be victorious here, at least: they could not deny us the truth of our thwarted dream.