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Marriage Stories – Covenant, A Guest Post by Hannah Kallio

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Marriage Stories – Covenant, A Guest Post by Hannah Kallio

Marriage can be both ridiculously wonderful and ridiculously hard. My husband and I will be married for 27 years this month. Our oldest daughter and her husband also got married in November and just celebrated their 2nd anniversary. I have asked a few friends to share their hearts with us during the month of November on the topic of marriage. I’m so honored that they have agreed to empty their hearts so our hearts can be filled.

I pray my friend, Hannah Kallio’s, words flow straight from her heart to yours. This post was originally shared on her beautiful site, HannahKallio.org. Be sure to read more of her heart there.

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Covenant, by Hannah Kallio

Every bride has at least one regret about her wedding day. Whether it’s her hair, the cake, the flowers, or the music, there’s always one detail she wishes she could change.

I wish we had butchered some cattle.

There is a lot of talk about covenants at weddings. A covenant is a nice term for a gruesome arrangement (you can read about one in Genesis 15). When people made a covenant in the ancient world, they were making an agreement that lasted their whole lifetime. It included their children, born and unborn. They made it official not by saying nice things or feeding each other cake, but by slaughtering livestock.

It was serious business. Somebody had to die.

After stating the terms of the covenant, they split the slaughtered animals down the middle and walked between the splayed halves. They faced each other amid the carcasses and said something to the effect of, “May God do this and more to me if I break this covenant with you.” In other words, “I would rather be cut in half than break my promise”.

CovenantWhen we got married, we thought we knew what love was. We thought we knew what a covenant was.

We had no idea.

We hadn’t walked between the bloody carcasses and counted the cost. We heard the trite comments about sacrifice and submission, but we didn’t hear the bones cracking, see the blood spattering, or smell the damp heat of death.

Somebody has to die.

A few years ago my family went to help some friends butcher a cow. It was midwinter in Minnesota, but the heat coming off of the newly butchered carcass was palpable (the smell is like the salty hot smell of birth). As I watched the blood melt the snow, two thoughts came to me. The first was, “Imagine how strong the smell would be in the heat of the Middle East”. The second was, “Every engaged couple should see this”.

Every bride and groom should be close enough to the carnage to get blood on their wedding clothes. Maybe if we revived this custom, the terms “starter marriage” and “no-fault divorce” wouldn’t be used so casually.

I’m not condemning people who are divorced. On the contrary, I’m acknowledging the pain of what happened to you. You were split in half. We need to be honest about this with each other.

You also can’t avoid this problem by not getting married. People who live together without making it official are not immune to the same heartache when they split up. There are millions of walking wounded all around you, including kids who had to make sense of their parents’ separation. My husband, his sister, 2 brothers in law, some of my closest friends and I have all been split in half.

Eviscerated.

Staying married is also painful. Erik has hurt me more than anyone, and I have hurt him more than I even thought possible. There were times I didn’t know how we would ever reconcile. But we made a decision that we won’t let our kids get cut to pieces.

It’s not because we’re any better than anybody who chose divorce. It’s because we believe God’s grace in our lives is enough to preserve our marriage, if we are willing to die.

I’m not referring to Jesus’ atoning death. It factors into the equation, but there’s no need to repeat it. We die in the sense that we daily put “us” over “me”. We trust God to meet the needs the other person can’t meet. We release the other person from the debts they owe us.

Jesus’ death makes this possible. We’re only capable of offering real love to the extent that we’ve received love from him.

If you’ve been cut in two by a broken covenant (yours or someone else’s) there is healing for you. If you are in a marriage that seems beyond repair, there is hope for you. There are no easy answers, but there is love that lasts forever.

Thinking back on our marriage, I have a lot of regrets. We’ve had to work through so much dysfunction, and we’re not done yet. But that’s also the good news: we’re not done. New life has sprung from all the daily deaths we’ve died.

When has your own heart been split open by a covenant that was broken?

What relationships have given you hope that love can last?


Hannah Kallio bio picI’m a relentless Kingdom treasure hunter. An Israeli exile who’s learned to be at home in France, Italy, and Minnesota. I love the one man, five kids, and crazy story God is writing in our lives even more than palm trees, ancient ruins, and deepest dark chocolate. Hannah shares her stories, heart and life with us at HannahKallio.org.

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3 responses »

  1. Very nicely done and thought provoking. I love the imagery. Perhaps I’ll show this to my engaged daugther.

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  2. its hard to understand why we hurt those we claim to love so much. thank you for sharing this wisdom with us.

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