Post-Mortem on a Pillow War

He can put on his own pillowcases, I fumed, fumbling to fit my own maroon pillowcase over bulging queen-sized bulk. 

And if anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar… 

Oh! but his words hurt me so, I said in my head as I slammed two clean cases-as hard as fabric can possibly be slammed-on the bed. On his side of the bed. 

For he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen. 

But I’ve done his laundry week after week, month after month, year after year. What’s two pillowcases? They’re clean anyhow. 

And this commandment we have from him: whoever loves God must also love his brother. 

But he hurt me. And I’m mad. I’m very, very mad. And sad. 

Whoever claims to live in him must walk as Jesus did. 

Well, maybe I’ll just put one of ’em on. He can do the other one.

Be angry and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and give no opportunity to the devil.

I s’pse I am hard to handle sometimes, he’s right about that. I can be harsh and proud and provoking. 

For if you live by the flesh you will die, but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live. For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. 

And when brother-husband came to bed, I said, 

G’night, Hon. Enjoy them fresh pillowcases.  

I didn’t break down the bedroom fight-how Spirit KO’d flesh. I didn’t explain how the sword of the Spirit, the word of God, came to my rescue and defeated pouty, self-pitying me. 

I didn’t tell him how-all glory to God-love won this pillow fight. 

Pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, steadfastness, gentleness.

Fight the good fight of faith.

1 Timothy 6:11b-12a




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