Husband, cherish your wife like you do your own body.
There it is: the last piece of pizza. It doesn’t have to be pizza, of course. Maybe it’s the last doughnut, the last slice of coconut cream pie, the last serving of Arthur Bryant’s burnt ends. You see it. You want it, and then somebody else gets to it before you can.
You’ve been there, haven’t you? And the pain you felt was genuine as well as genuinely ridiculous. It’s not as if you were starving or truly in need of that food, but you really wanted to give it to your belly.
Paul says that nobody ever hated their own body. Some people would disagree. “I hate my body,” some would argue, but really they hate the way their body looks. Often those supposedly hated bodies have been coddled a bit too much with too much ice cream and too little exercise. When I roll over in bed and ignore my alarm, it’s not that I hate my body but that I love my body. I love the way it feels to keep on sleeping.
Whatever is the hardest thing for you to do to deprive your body, whether it be food or drink, warmth or sleep, comfort or freedom from pain, should help husbands to know how to love their wives. I can say that I love my wife, but will I happily give her the last piece of pie? That’s serious stuff.
- Think of the ways that you demonstrate your love for your body?
- Compare your love for your beloved with your love for your body? Are you as willing to indulge another like you do your own flesh and bones?
- Pray that God will help you to love as thoroughly as Jesus loved, despising the comforts of your body in favor of love for another.