The New Covenant

My brother, David Howell Stith, and Mary Kathryn Turk were married on October 19, 1963.   Years passed, life happened, until one day in the fall of 1989 they decided to go their separate ways. They divorced.

Dave and Kathy
Dave and Kathy

Ten years later Dave asked Kathy to marry him  again.  She said “Yes” again.  And when they were married the second time he made with her a New Covenant.

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More than 15 years passed before Dave became a stranger whose name Kathy did not know.  She didn’t know him, but he knew  her and loved her still.  When she could not feed herself, he fed her.  When she could no longer do anything for herself, he did everything for her.

Here is that vow Dave made the second time around.

“God’s word is replete with promises and covenants. One of the earliest ones that comes to mind is God’s covenant with Abraham and then more promises to Moses, Joshua and Sampson.  Somewhere in the passage of time God made a new covenant with his people. It was almost as if He were saying “O. K., the old covenant didn’t work so I will make with you a new covenant.”

“In some similar manner I come this day to make with you a new covenant. I promise to love you but not only you. I promise to cherish you while at the same time cherishing other people and relationships. I promise to honor you while honoring all others who deserve it.”

“I also promise to love you the most, cherish you the best and honor you the highest.”

Kathy died of Alzheimer’s disease one year ago today.

Coming Monday: CAMPNEVERAGAIN

Take That, You Bean

Jack Hyland, he loved to laugh, and make other laugh.
Jack Hyland loved to laugh and make others laugh.

 

Jack Hyland like to kid around. That's not his real hair, by the way.
In case you’re wondering, that’s not Jack’s real hair.

                                                                          My wife, Donna Joy  Hyland, and I started dating when we were 17, in the fall of 1959, and, right away, I was crazy about her.  She liked me, too.  It wasn’t long before she invited me home for Sunday dinner with her  family — her father and mother, Jack and Nell; her younger sister, Karen; and her little brother, Eddie.

I accepted, of course. But I wasn’t looking forward to being on guard for an entire meal: Sit up straight; don’t spill the tea; don’t eat too much or too little; keep your elbows off the table and your left hand in your lap; make polite conversation. I think you know the drill, most of you.

Nell, age 41
Nell, at age 41

So there I was, concentrating, when something hit me on the side of my face and fell onto my plate. It was string bean.  Jack Hyland, who was sitting on my left at the head of the table, had flipped a string bean at me with a spoon.

After that, believe me, I relaxed. The pressure was off.

NOTE: When I first met Donna’s mother, Nell Kiser Hyland, I remember thinking:  She’s a good looking woman but she is so old.

Nell was 37.

NOTE:  Here’s another story I posted in January 2017 that was, as the headline said, “Vintage Jack Hyland.”

Coming Monday: Headed Home On Leave