I do not think it means what you think it means

It's a wacky world. In the past four weeks, four women in my church have walked out on their marriages. I don't get it. Their husbands weren't perfect--no one is. But these guys love their wives. To a man, they are loyal, loving, serving--did I say I don't get it?

Maybe it's just me, but it feels like a new phenomenon. Used to, it was guys walking out on their wives. Usually the reason was they found somebody that was younger, or to their eye, looked better. It just wasn't all that unusual for the guy to have the affair; the guy to get itchy feet.

One of the four women told me she just wanted her freedom. One just got tired of her husband's imperfections. One just lost some weight, got her teeth straightened, and thought she'd test the waters. One had an affair with a guy on a business trip and decided that was the way to go. These are all Christ-followers, or so they say. As Inigo Montoya says to Vizzini in The Princess Bride, "I do not think it means what you think it means." Being a Christ-follower is a path to walk, not a title to claim.

One of the four is on my staff. She says there is no one else; she's just tired of being married to the guy. I struggled with what to do: if I terminated her, I've put her out on her ear; if I didn't terminate her, I've let her pursue and path of sin--and paid her for it.

What to do? More tomorrow!