A December 2014 ESSENCE article was about an AIDS
infected woman who had been featured twenty years prior. What caught my
attention
Rae
Lewis-Thornton was a newlywed when her ESSENCE cover hit newsstands. “When we
got married, my husband would say his ministry was to watch me die, and when I
died he was going to travel the country sharing his story as my caregiver,” she
says.
WHAT?!
I can't even. But I'm going to
try anyway.
What kind of man, what kind of
husband, is so self-centered, so self-absorbed, that instead of hoping for his
wife's recovery, he anticipates her death so that he might become world
renowned? How empty and insincere is his "pain"? An impassionate
stare as she coughs in the other room; the perfunctory fluffing of pillows and
a sad smile as he bides his time.
His "ministry" was to watch
her die? How far from God do you have to be to watch someone die with a heart eager
to profit from their death? How far, with a heart uninterested in caring for their
life?
As her
health improved, the marriage deteriorated.
Yea it did. God said, that was your ministry, not mine.
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