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Date: March 04, 2014 02:51PM
When some of my older generation relatives died, one of the things I inherited (because I was the only one who cared) was their personal "libraries" (books...magazines...articles they had cut out over the decades).
There were a considerable number of LADIES HOME JOURNAL magazines from the mid-1950s through mid-1970s, and one of the features in the earlier magazines were monthly stories about married couples who had faced problems, "solved" their problems (at least, according to the magazine), and were now "happy." I put these words in quotation marks because it didn't seem to me AT ALL that most of these problems had been "solved," nor that these couples were "happy" (except, perhaps, in a Stepford-like kind of way). But these were supposed to be heartwarming success stories of couples who dealt with real life problems and then lived blissful lives together forevermore.
One story has stuck in my head FOREVER: A Lutheran couple (I remember, because my Camp Fire Girls leader was Lutheran, and thus I was exposed to a great deal of Lutheran "life" along the way when I was growing up--though I, personally, was never, ever Lutheran or anything even remotely close to it ;) ).
Although both were devoted to their church, there was an imbalance in their commitment and belief. The wife (and mother of their several children) was far more dedicated in her belief than was her also-believing husband, and she wanted him to be quite a bit MORE dedicated than SHE was. It was a considerable problem to them for several years and caused many arguments. According to the article, he sincerely prayed for guidance for a very long time (at least two or three years) and finally, one day, he had THE answer: He would become a Lutheran pastor.
His wife was considerably taken aback by this turn of events: he was going from being less-zealous than she was to contemplating become "the" religious authority in the future communities they would live in. On the one hand, her own prayers had been answered. On the other hand, she was very, very scared as to what this might do to their marriage and his commitment and time to HER, and to their growing children. If he did this, he faced a number of years (I forget how many) going through Lutheran seminary (graduate school university level), and they would have very little money to live on (and to raise their children). He would have to spend virtually all of his time going to classes, studying until all hours of the early morning, and interning in various Lutheran churches and facilities (retirement/assisted living homes...orphanages...Lutheran centers of various kinds--food, childcare, medical care, clothing supply centers, etc.--in areas of great poverty).
But she had faith in God that God was leading her and her husband to where they "ought" to be (she was simultaneously aware that her "prayers had been answered," and also scared out of her wits that this had actually HAPPENED...and here were the natural consequences of her prayers being answered!).
He applied for, and was accepted into, the ministerial training program at some Lutheran-sponsored university. It took several years, but he DID become a Lutheran minister (somewhere about the time that their kids started leaving home), and now--as this article was written--he had been a Lutheran minister in a number of communities/states since he had been ordained.
That's the "surface" story, the feel good story for LADIES HOME JOURNAL readers. First, marital "darkness"...and then...marital SUCCESS!!! Yay!!!!!!!
Underneath, however, there was a much darker story being told (that the writer of the article seemed totally oblivious of). This husband was a stereotypical man of the 1950s, and he would not--of course!--do a single thing about the house or regarding childcare (even the obvious, simple stuff like changing diapers for the succeeding, newborn, children they had--even when she was so sick she could not get out of bed). Instead, he would chastise her for being "weak" and not fulfilling her obligations as a "proper wife" (under God). HIS job, as he saw it, for all those years was to go to school and study...everything else was HER responsibility...even if one of the kids broke their leg or came down with the measles while she was trying to take care of a newborn baby. (If you're wondering how they lived financially, both families--his and hers--each contributed half of the couple's monthly financial requirements, so that he could become a minister, but the couple was always on an EXTREMELY tight budget because he "had no time" to work, and she--of course--was basically "forbidden" to work, even if she had been able to take the time to do it.)
One anecdote has always stuck with me: He was continually unhappy that their house was not always picture-perfect...even though they had (five, seven...I don't remember) kids at various ages from newborn to adolescent. When he would get home from his classes, or the library, or his minister-in-training intern responsibilities, he would habitually FIRST walk around the house, with her beside him, and would tell her what was wrong. (Like a military inspection of living quarters.) She would be ashamed, always, that she had--once gain--"let him (and God!) down," and she would always immediately correct whatever was wrong and tell him she would never allow that situation to happen again.
The article cited the time when she had spent HOURS getting the house as perfect as it could possibly be. When she arrived home, and they took "their" inspection tour, everything was (for the very first time!) "in order" (he had nothing to criticize), until they went into the kitchen. He looked at the refrigerator door and pointed: "What is THAT???" It was a child's fingerprint that had not been removed from the door. She said in the article that it was one of the biggest let-downs in her life...that she had tried SO HARD to be what he (and God!) wanted her to be, and she thought that--finally!!!--she had "passed."
But that single fingerprint showed that she had failed him, and failed God, once again...and she said that it was THAT moment that she realized the totality of "the gospel" and how "destined" even the most faithful of God's followers are to "missing the mark." She said it was one of the most important spiritual lessons of her life, and she was so grateful to her husband for showing her that--although she had to keep TRYING to meet the required standard--she also would always fail...because this was God's way and the way of human nature (to fail...no matter HOW much we try to meet the requirements God asks of us).
And now, with that lesson learned, she could finally relax and finally fully "love" her husband in the way that God intended. Her husband was "God" in her life, and her real "job" was to always fail, regardless of how hard she tried.
I have NEVER forgotten that story.
And I feel sorry for that woman (who undoubtedly died sometime back) for this very moment. Every time I think of this story I get sad...even now...even right at this moment.
Abusive husband??? Oh...yeah.
But that's not what they called it in the 1950s in LADIES HOME JOURNAL. Back then, this behavior was proof of "love." :(
Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 03/04/2014 02:58PM by tevai.