Ted sat across from Ellen in the darkened restaurant. Her face was illuminated by a candle placed in the middle of the table. The soft light was flattering: gently erasing the years. Ted was courting his wife. When Ted’s job offer had come through, Ellen had decided against finalizing the divorce. They had been seeing each other for about six months.
After Ted had read the scriptures that Lolita had given him, he felt a urging from deep inside him. If there was hope for him at all, it was found only in Christ. There, in his darkened office, he had bowed his head and prayed, “God, if you are there, please come to me, forgive me, and become a part of my life, every thought, every action. Please come and take charge of it all. I can not do this. Only you can straighten out this mess.”
On his way out of the building, he had stopped to leave his identification badge on the receptionist’s desk. There lying on the desk was a letter addressed to him. He had opened and read it. The letter was written by a colleague who lived in Seattle. He was inviting Ted to come and work for him on a research project in Ted’s field. He would be one of about ten researchers. His name would not headline the project so it would not detract from the credibility of the research. Ted would be taking orders from Dr. Bill Hosworth. He would no longer be in charge.
The benefits from this offer were many. He would be able to continue in the work that he loved. His forty hour week (down from sixty hours) would allow him time to recoup from his ordeal, and the position would pay the rent and buy the food. Was this God’s answer to his predicament? He felt an urging in his heart to accept the position. The letter was more than a week old, but when Ted called, he found Bill was still happy to have him join the team. Wow! Was the God of the ancient scriptures really helping him already?
Now as Ted sat across from Ellen, he was filled with gratitude for all that God had already done. Ted had fit in well with the others in the research team and really looked forward to going to work every day. His passion was research, not the administrative duties that had occupied his time before. Dr. Bill took care of all of that and decided the general direction of the project.
Ted had found a small apartment close to the university where he worked every day. He had been seeing Ellen, his estranged wife, occasionally…as often as she would permit it. Their relationship was growing once again. Ted was able to spend week-ends with his children now that his time was not filled with the responsibilities of his job.
Best of all he and Ellen had started going to church together. Ted was a part of a men’s group where he was eagerly learning about this God of the ancient scriptures who operated very much in the here and now. Ellen was spiritually hungry too and had recently invited Christ into her life at a women’s retreat. Their relationship now had God at the center and that was changing everything.
Ted placed his hand on Ellen’s as she set her glass down and looked deeply into her eyes. “I think God wants to restore our marriage,” he said slowly.
Ellen smiled. Her eyes sparkled with tears of happiness in the candlelight. In their previous relationship, Ted had always been gone: absorbed by his research 24/7 with little time for her or their children. She had wanted something more, much more from marriage. Seated across from her now was a different Ted…a Ted whose life had been changed by Jesus Christ…a Ted who had his priorities in order. She truly loved this Ted. “Yes, she said. Jesus is the restorer of the breech. He makes all things new. ” She took his hand and squeezed it.