by Jerry Hodge

Created on: June 27, 2008   Last Updated: March 05, 2011

It pains me to say this, but in my opinion marriage is not worth it. At least it was not for me. And although I have met someone that I really care about, I will never get married again.

The problem with marriage is that; you never really know what you are getting into. Unless you have some mystical supernatural gift to see into the future, it is very easy to marry the wrong person. And marrying the wrong person can destroy your life! My story is tragic. Actually it is a horrific example of how terrible your life can become if you marry the wrong person.

In 1985 I accepted Jesus into my life. I was at the time thirty years old and had never been married and had no children. I was invited to go to the Philippines as a missionary in 1986. There was a girl in a remote village in the Philippines. She had been delving into the occult and somehow became terribly demon possessed. When I heard of her, she was dying and weighted only 70 pounds. After much prayer and fasting I was able to get her set free from this evil force. She became a Christian. At least that's what we thought.

This young girl (Josephine), and I became very good friends. She would visit me often and we would have bible studies together. This went on for about one year. She had a humility and kindness that really attracted me. She would bring me nice meals. We loved to go to the movies together.

I felt she would make a fine wife and companion. Boy was I wrong! We were married in 1987. However, before our marriage an amazing thing happened. Two Christians wrote me letters. One was from a friend in Canada. They both told me not to marry Josephine. They had never met her; but they did not feel good about the marriage.

One of the Christians told me that if I married Josephine, I would suffer unlike anything I could imagine. I did not listen and not listening cost me everything. It nearly cost me my life. And it did cost the life of an innocent person and that is a very difficult thing to live with.

The problems started when Josephine joined me in the United States, after I returned home. She was a terrible homemaker. She would leave her belongings all over our house. She was very sloppy. I felt ashamed to invite friends to my home. There would be boxes and piles of clothes everywhere. I am a pretty neat person. I love a clean home. I guess I felt that I helped her come to the United States and saved her life. Was it was asking to much to pick up her belongings?

When I would insist that she help keep

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