This prayer comes from Pastor Richard Baxter in the 1600s.
Years ago, I saved it for one simple reason: One day, I am going to have to set an example to my kids and my grandkids to show them how a Christian man dies.
Born not to a king, but a carpenter.
Born not in robes, but rags.
Born not into gold, but hay.
Born not in renown, but obscurity.
Born not in splendor, but a trough.
Born not to live, but die and rise!
O, come let us adore Him!
I used to love my wife because she earned it.
When she was kind, I was kind.
When she respected me, I respected her.
When she didn'tโI didn't.
Marriage was a transaction.
A balance sheet.
I gave what I got.
Nothing more.
Then one Sunday our pastor said something I couldn't shake.
"The way you treat your wife is the way you treat the Lord."
I thought he was being poetic.
He wasn't.
That night I looked at my wife.
Really looked.
She was exhausted.
The kids had been brutal.
The house was chaos.
And I was keeping score.
Waiting for her to earn my kindness.
That's when it hit me:
I wasn't loving a woman.
I was worshiping myself.
Every act of service I withheld was worship I stole from God.
Every cold shoulder was an altar to my ego.
Every "she started it" was a prayer to my own righteousness.
Marriage isn't a contract between two people.
It's an offering to the One who made them.
I started loving her differently.
Not because she deserved it.
Because He does.
I served her when she didn't thank me.
I pursued her when she pulled away.
I led when I didn't feel like leading.
Not for applause.
For an audience of One.
She noticed.
Not right away.
But one night she said:
"You're different. What happened?"
I told her the truth.
"I stopped loving you to get something back."
"I started loving you to give something up."
She didn't understand at first.
Now she does.
When you love your spouse as an act of worship
Everything shifts.
The scoreboard disappears.
The transaction ends.
And marriage becomes what it was always supposed to be.
A daily death to self.
A living sacrifice.
An act of worship disguised as a Wednesday night doing dishes.
Your spouse isn't your enemy.
They're your offering.
Treat them like one.
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Voddie Baucham has gone home to be with the Lord. His ministry was marked by bold preaching, gospel clarity, and fearless cultural engagement.
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โYou are going to hear a rumour one day that Voddie Bauckham is no more. Don't you believe it? Because though I die, I will rise with Christ. It will not be the end of me.โ
PRAISE THE LORD!!!
I honor the life and legacy of Voddie Baucham, a stalwart minister of the gospel defender of God's word.
Friends, these defenders of truth are few, and many have fallen. No savior is coming but Christ, and now is the time for His people to join the battle.
Christian, are you awake yet? Rise and take your stand.
May God comfort his family in this hour.
We are saddened to inform friends that our dear brother, Voddie Baucham, Jr., has left the land of the dying and entered the land of the living. Earlier today, after suffering an emergency medical incident, he entered into his rest and the immediate presence of the Savior whom he loved, trusted, and served since he was converted as a college student. Please pray for Bridget, their children, and grandchildren.
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. โ Psalm 116:15
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