He came to us with 20 days to go before his wedding day.  Wanted us to meet his fiancée.  And then he asked if we could give them pre-marital counseling. They decided they could come twice a week for three hours each time.  And so, doubting their sincerity, questioning their motives, we agreed to meet with them.  Our reason?  Maybe someday, in the not too distant future, when the realities of married life have slammed into their folly, they might come back to us.  And maybe, just maybe, on that day, and in those circumstances, they might have ears to hear, and we might be able to help them.

We've known him for the better part of ten years, and we've watched with sadness his downward spiral into total foolishness.  His exaggerated opinion of himself, his suffocating pride, and his determination to rise to greatness without any effort on his part, have all combined to  bring him to where he is today.

Three months ago she agreed to marry this man who is nine years her senior.  Virtual strangers though they are, they are confident that wedded bliss is just days away.  The missing ingredient in all of this?  It's that essential four letter word, without which no marriage can survive...L-O-V-E.  How our hearts ache for them.