Holy Matrimony

People seem to lose track of what holy matrimony means. It is about change. It’s not easy to grow old and overcome obstacles together but it brings depth to the individuals and the marriage, a holiness if you will. To drift from that journey is to get lost amongst the weeds.

To me Shakespeare described holy matrimony best in his 116th Sonnet:

    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove.
    O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
    That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
    It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
    Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
    Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his  bending sickle’s compass come;
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me prov’d,
    I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
H. Robert Rubin, M. D. , memoirist and author of Look Backward Angel, an e-book now available on Amazon and On Second Thought to be published in 2018, to be available on Amazon.

Food for Thought on Good Friday

“Skeptics believe that any exclusive claims to a superior knowledge of spiritual reality cannot be true. But this objection is itself a religious belief. It assumes God is unknowable, or that God is loving but not wrathful, or that God is an impersonal force rather than a person who speaks in Scripture. All of these are unprovable faith assumptions.” Keller, Timothy. The Reason for God: Belief in an Age of Skepticism (p. 12). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Even atheists assume based essentially on faith that there is no higher power.

H. Rubin, author of Look Backward Angel, an e book at Amazon.


I believe the Lord wants us on a path where we are less likely to say or do the wrong thing, as we deepen our faith, reaching for the Holy Spirit in times of provocation and always remembering we are children of God and saints in His eyes. I have been healing my soul with the guidance of the Holy Spirit since the age of 40,  about 32 years ago. Part of my journey is available in my first book of memoirs, Look Backward Angel, an e-book on Amazon:

Other thoughts are available on this blog and On Second Thought to be published in 2018, to be available on Amazon. Please see my free sample/preview which is the first few pages of Look Backward Angel above. I believe you will find it feeds your soul.

God bless you and keep you.

H. Rubin

Two Peaceful Weeks in the Calendar, Even More Peaceful Yesterday

For years I’ve watched two tournaments that end and start a week apart every spring. The environment in each case is good for my soul whoever is victorious.

The second one on the calendar, the Monte-Carlo Masters, was first a tennis championship in 1897. Its center court provides a view of the magnificent Mediterranean. That court is surrounded on either side by seating with character and European taste sprinkled with cabanas. The serenity I’ve always loved by beautiful bodies of water comes home to me all that week. “He leadeth me beside the still water:” Psalm 23, 2a. It’s even a gentle surface upon which the tennis is played, clay.

The first one each year, the Masters in Augusta Georgia, has a particular place in my heart because I lived in that somewhat pastoral town in the mid-70s. I remember the traffic as a non-issue. I’d go to work on my bike rolling down a pleasant hill.

When I first lived there I lived in apartments next to the Masters course, in essence a green pasture with beautiful pines, flowers, ponds, bridges and creeks.  “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures,” Psalm 23, 2b. The pasture is studded with large beautiful golf greens that in contrast challenge every golfer with the most pressure filled, prestigious of all the major tournaments. It’s in many ways, the Wimbledon of golf, though it started a bit later, 1934.

Sergio Garcia had played in over 70 major golf tournaments without a victory despite his fine game. Then yesterday, at 37, to the surprise of many, he found peace in that beautiful pasture and came home a victor. I had watched him for many years, now showing a bit of white on the whiskers of his chin. Those were frustrating times for Sergio and I had seen the frustration across his brow many times. The victory was so sweet.

How his fellow golfers felt about his victory was best expressed by his good friend and primary competitor yesterday, Justin Rose, winner of a major in 2013. “If I was going to lose, I’m glad I lost to Sergio. “

H. Rubin, memoirist and author of “Look Backward Angel”, an e-book available at Amazon.