I’ve Moved!

November 20, 2008

So I’m sure that most people have noticed that the site has been offline for a few days. There’s a reason for that, which I will get to shortly. But first, let me just say this:

I AM NO LONGER BLOGGING HERE

In fact, I am blogging at a new site I have just finished setting up: kennethhynek.net. A full explanation for the reasons behind the move can be found here.

That said, this is not the end of . My wife has expressed interest in taking over blogging at this domain, and I am working to make sure that she gets set up here as soon as possible.

Also, my profound apologies for the modification to the site face; the move was not as seamless as I would have hoped, and many of the image files for this theme, and in the gallery, were corrupted during the course of their evacuation from my previous web host’s servers. Until such time as I have repaired them, I’ve put a clean-looking template in place of the previous one.

Update: for the purposes of further traffic shaping, new posts from kennethhynek.net will be excerpted below. Full articles can be read at the new blog.

The Anchoress has a touching, powerful reflection up that captures the raw power of marital love just too well:

This week, in the Boston Globe, I read the story of an elderly couple named Sol and . They’ve been married 61 years. They’ve raised a family and lived a long and happy life together. A few years ago, that began to change. Rita developed . And she is slipping deeper and deeper into .

Several weeks ago, she was taken to a health care center, where she now has to live. The first few days, she screamed and talked incoherently. She could barely form words with her mouth. Most tragically, she could no longer recognize her husband. She had no idea who he was. This was agony for him. He would go home from visiting her, trembling with grief, overwhelmed by sadness.

One morning, he went into her room, and saw her lying there and had an idea — an idea, he said, that could only have come from . Sol climbed into his wife’s tiny twin bed, and put his arms around her. And he just held her. He hugged her. He whispered to her. That’s all. But something happened. As he put it, “I got into bed with her and loved her and it lifted my depression.” And Rita was transformed, too. She responded to his touch. And she began to talk.

He now does it every day. Rita’s doctor says that her “old memory” recalls being in his arms, remembers how he used to hold her, and part of her is able to come back.

Now Sol spends a couple of hours of every day, just holding Rita, telling her he loves her, and she tells him she loves him. Just as they have for 61 years.

I can’t think of a more beautiful example of what married love is all about — for better or for worse, in sickness and in health. The venerable Matt Talbot said that it is constancy that God wants. Persistence. Perseverance. Sol Rogers had that — and more.

Read on… this is a powerful and masterful exposition and when I read it, it gave me goosebumps. The story of Sol’s love for his wife is astonishing and moving, but more than that this is something we really need to read and absorb. It is is a reminder that life cannot be looked at as a purely utilitarian venture — that while one lives, one is entitled to the life one has, especially if there is a person — one single person on earth - who is willing to love that life. And even if not.

We forget that at our terrible peril.

There are those who believe that nothing is ever truly done for selfless reasons, and I often lament the narrow and limited worldview that such people must possess to form such a narrow, and then cynical, view of life. once noted that it is only on those, who continue to hold on for a while past the point at which all hope has faded, that hope begins to dawn. I think that is very much the case for , who instead of giving in to what anyone would have excused as a very natural despair over his wife’s condition, instead chose to love her even more, and to act on that.

And the results? Admittedly, there is a natural explanation for the change that transpired…but then, whoever said that God did not effect miracles by natural means?

Marital love is fruitful love, and we often think of that in the somewhat limited terms of children and procreation. And indeed, for most married couples, “fruitfulness” has quite a lot to do with that. But the example of Sol and Rita Rogers is another example of fruitfulness, of a very different kind, but still very much a natural outcome of the marital sacrament. It is still life-giving, in that the very act of compassionate love becomes the bridge by which Rita Rogers is able to cross back over, for a time, from her dementia. And it images the powerful, healing, compassionate love of Christ in that way.

As married love always should.