You can tell the depth of a man's walk with God by looking at the countenance of his wife's face. Bill McCartney, Founder of Promise Keepers

You can tell the depth of a man's walk with God by looking at the countenance of his wife's face: Bill McCartney, Founder of Promise Keepers.

More here : Bill McCartney was formerly the head football coach at the University of Colorado, and led his team to the national championship in 1990.

He said, “My last year as a coach was in 1994. My team was undefeated and was ranked third in the nation.

And then a visiting preacher said: ‘Do you want to know whether a man has character or not? All you have to do is look at his wife’s countenance, and everything that he’s invested or withheld will be in her face.’”

“I turned and looked at my wife, Lindi,” McCartney said. “I didn’t see splendor. I saw torment. I didn’t see contentment; I saw anguish. And I tried to defend myself, but I couldn’t. That’s really the reason I stepped out of coaching. I realized that before God I was a man without character.”

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When I attended a Presbyterian(PCA) Church in Williamsburg, Virginia, the men went off to Promise Keepers meetings on Saturdays. I told Roy I would rather he stayed home and helped me with the children and housekeeping than went off to a meeting which told him to do that. (Meanwhile, one of those promise-keeping guys, an elder in the church, kept trying to flirt and set up private meetings with a beautiful friend of mine, also in the church, and ultimately left his wife for an employee, causing a big newspaper scandal, and losing his job. Oh well! Image and reality!!)

Roy and I were youngish Christians, and accepted a lot of what we heard uncritically. And so, for about 10-15 years, when we wanted to assess if a man’s walk matched his talk, if private reality was the same as public projected image, if looking good was the same as being good, we looked at his wife’s countenance.

A face in repose, when it is unaware of being looked at, tells the truth. Sorrow, joy, bitterness, anguish, struggle, meanness, goodwill—these repeated emotions carve expressions on a face as surely as glaciers carve river valleys, and one’s unguarded expression tells the story of an inner life.

And so we began to notice, laughing at our private joke, many marriages “between the rich and the poor.” Where the man--pastor, apologist, evangelist, charity head--had the peace, and the wife had the pieces. Where he spoke lyrically, and her unguarded expression suggested she was keeping her act together with difficulty, that if she could do what she wanted, she would place her head on her hands, and weep and weep. Zombie expressions, hunted eyes, faces with strain carved into them: Her Story. Meanwhile he spoke of the Lord, and the glories of the Lord.

What’s the old adage? HisStory was him walking on water. Her Story was total submersion, holding him up from beneath.

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You can tell the depth of a man's walk with God by looking at the countenance of his wife's face.

Many truths capable of being summarized in a sentence are, in fact, half-truths.

Women and men are, in fact, responsible for their own spiritual lives. While a loving spouse makes everything easier, as Christians we do get to choose our response.

We get to choose whether we will be thankful in all things, or not. Whether we will grow bitter or kind. Whether we will return good or evil, or not. Whether we will forgive, or not. Whether we will pray for the selfish over-ambitious spouse, or bemoan our lot. Whether we will contemplate Christ or the strains of our lot. Whether we ourselves will be truthful and honest or get caught up in the charade of our spouse’s public image, even if it kills us. Whether we will choose pride or humility.

While perhaps the countenance of each spouse’s face tells us a lot about the other, God has given each of us the ability to choose our own holiness, and our own happiness, and the address at which we choose to live. Rooted and grounded in the love of Christ, or swayed by the shifting shadows of our day to day lot.

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Ruth Bell Graham, married to the most-travelled Christian leader of the century, maintained her own spiritual life, spiritual disciplines, and close relationship with Christ. This is what she looked like.

I read a painful biography called Man of Vision, Woman of Prayer by Marilee Dunker, daughter of Bob Pierce who founded World Vision. His globe-trotting ways caused the break-up of his marriage, much anguish to his spouse, and, she says, contributed to a daughter’s suicide.

Lorraine Pierce, widow of Bob Pierce, Founder of World Vision

Two wives of similarly driven, ambitious, globe-trotting Christian leaders. One becomes a happy and fruitful angel; one lands up separated, lonely and miserable.

Our husband cannot determine our countenances. We choose them--and they are the fruit of numerous small decisions. Be thankful. Or not. Be kind. Or not. Pray. Or not. Forgive. Or not. Love and bless and do good where we can. Or not.

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 Well, when we were at Ffald-y-Brenin last month, Roy took refuge from the rigours of prayer by making home-made bread, and fancy roasts and stews, while praying. He was a bit of a Brother Lawrence. An old man came up to him, caressed him simultaneously on each cheek, and said, “Oh, what a happy face!” Well, I smiled. Off the hook.

And here am I. How’s Roy doing?

Irene and I. Notice the secret of Irene's happiness in her fat little paw!