Friday, August 31, 2007

Happiness and Suffering

Hetee and I attended a wedding today at one of our mission churches. We have an interesting little tradition at our church weddings called the "tea ritual". We had it at our wedding and I think it's pretty neat.

It goes like this: After the vows, an old cracked bowl filled with bitter, black tea is brought to the couple and they each take a sip in turn. The tea represents the suffering they will encounter as they live their lives together as a married couple. They repeat after the minister and promise that they will share in one another's suffering and therefore it will decrease.

Then a beautiful, real silver bowl filled with milk is brought out and also shared by the couple. It represents the happiness they will encounter as a couple. Again, they repeat the words of the minister and assure each other that any happiness they share will increase.

I've seen the tea ritual performed many times before but, today it really got me to thinking about how it has been true in my life. For example, yesterday I wrote a post complaining about my day and within a few hours I received encouraging notes from friends to let me know I was not alone. I felt better immediately. My "suffering" (I use quotation marks because I know the suffering I referred to in my post is nothing compared to the suffering some are facing) decreased.

What about sharing happiness? It is so true that if you share in someone's happiness it increases! Hetee and I have seen this many times throughout our marriage. We stand, always ready to share in one another's happy moments, no matter how small they may seem.

One thing about sharing happiness that comes to mind is the way Hetee is overjoyed when I eat something Mexican. He knows how much I love and miss the food so he goes out of his way to understand and feel my joy. And he doesn't make gagging noises, no matter how weird it is.

Like today, a friend brought me 2 fresh corn on the cob, grown somewhere locally. All she could get at the time was 2 so Hetee refused to have any. Instead he watched me as I slathered them in butter and chile and enjoyed them all by myself.

Then today, after the wedding, we were in the grocery store getting some snacks for the 2-hour drive home when he spotted Swiss Miss hot chocolate. He knows how much I like it so it made him really happy to be able to buy it for me. And imagine my joy when we found the green jasmine tea he had been looking all over for but couldn't find anywhere. And I can't stand the stuff.

As I sat at the dinner table tonight, next to my empty corn cobs, picking my teeth and contemplating the many other ways we have shared each others happiness and sufferings, I thought about how all the experiences we have shared in the past almost 6 years have served to bring us closer together. Childbirth, my niece's kidnapping and murder, grandparents' deaths, his brother's divorce, business failures, business successes, church and ministry successes, ah, way too many to mention.

Looking back over the years, I can clearly see how sharing the joys and the sorrows made all the difference in our marriage. Two people can be as different as night and day but when they decide to share their partner's happiness and suffering, their lives unite in perfect harmony.

Hetee, taking a sip of milk during our tea ritual

I remember once, not long after we were married, Hetee called me from the train station to let me know he had lost his wallet with his debit card and about $70.00. He was distraught. I was mad. But at that moment I felt strongly compelled to "share his suffering". I let the anger go and just listened. Now, over 5 years later, he still refers back to that very incident and my reaction when we counsel new couples. He says that he felt like a total loser and if I had reacted in anger he would have felt a lot worse. He said that I helped him realize that it could have happened to anyone and that it wasn't such a big deal. You see, when you share someone's suffering you acknowledge that the very same thing could have happened to you. There's no room for finger pointing.

Today, as I watched the young couple go through the tea ritual, I prayed a prayer that they would come to experience the joy of sharing happiness and sorrow.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well, this is coming to you with tears in my eyes.. Rodney performed a marriage ceremony last week and I was also thinking about or marriage ceremony and how God came down. Then I thought of times that are hard and how easily we forget the promise God gave us as husband and wife.. To go and serve Him in the outermost parts of the world. Well, I am getting might anxious! We have not been able to really settle back to the American life since Mongolia, than we went to Turkey when my mom was ill and noticed that nothing has changed in the Church in Turkey. That makes my heart cry out! Praying today for the Muslim World my heart was so much for those that live in the Taklimakan Desert!

Mel and Hetee you both have touched our lives since the day we came to Mongolia.. It is so hard to minister in America! I know I need to be fateful to the Lord while I am here, we are here, and Rodney has similar problems. We speak about guys so often; we love and bless you with all that the Lord has.

Under His Mercy, Katya