They drummed it into us in Psych 101 and it reappeared for analysis and debate all throughout my education in the 80’s – Freud’s Structural Hypothesis, the theory that our minds are composed of a triune entity called the Id, Ego and Super-Ego.
According to the theory, the Id represents a cesspool of aggressions and desires lurking just beneath our consciousness; a swamp creature that, left unrestrained, would morph us into pure animalism. The Ego is quite pragmatic, moderating our decisions and behavior based on what’s feasible and realistic, whereas our Super-Ego, idealistic and noble, contains our highest principles. This three-fold mental structure accounts for many of our actions, Freud theorized, and millions have accepted his theory as fact.
I’m not convinced, at least not of the total package the good Doctor proposes. But the general idea of the Id makes sense to me, as one who believes in the fallen nature of man, or The Flesh, which is a more Biblical way of conceptualizing it.
That sucker exists, and good grief how it manifests itself in marriage! It’s not shy about showing its ugly face in all aspects of life, certainly, but I find the marital bond is especially good at bringing it out of the shadows.
Case in point: I considered myself a very nice guy when I married Renee twenty nine years ago. My reputation was that of a mellow, friendly, calm brother, stable and humorous, never given to outbursts.
But it had been decades since my niceness had been tested by a constant live-in companion’s needs and unique little quirks. Suddenly, three months into married life, the every-gentlemanly Joe was throwing coffee cups into the wall, smashing phones down on the counter, storming out in the middle of the night and generally perfecting the art of the middle aged male tantrum.
“The woman who You gave me,” Adam answered when asked about his own sin, and while I understand he was making excuses, I also understand how easy it is to point at your mate when your Id makes an appearance. It’s not that marriage causes you to sin; it just makes it that much easier. Suddenly someone knows you too well, has gotten too close, means too much.
Well, that’s what you wanted, after all. But who really knows what issues will emerge from your inner swamp once you’re hitched? Intimacy, wonderful and critical as it is, also evokes unfinished business and countless defenses that have made their home in the crevices of your soul and, fro sure, your carnal nature.
All of which our wise Heavenly Father knows when He matches us up. The wonder of marriage is the bond; the character building value of it is the discipline. More plainly put, Renee rightfully expects me to resist my fleshly urge to bail when it’s tough, or to lash out when I’m hurt, because we’re in a covenant with eternal ramifications, one that our Father arranged with a full knowledge of the way our strengths, weaknesses and Ids (if you will) would compliment each other. I am stronger for that, better at life and as a man. I’m not called to get rid of the Id, an impossibility, but to shrink it, or rather, to shrink its influence.
There’ll always be a controlling, spoiled, noisy kid somewhere in this carcass, and neither God nor spouse begrudge me that reality. But both expect me to resist when resistance is called for, and invest where investment is required. Thus we outgrow, without completely shedding, the influence of the sin nature.
And the beloved who we cling to night after night is exquisitely designed for that.
So be good to your Id-shrinking, flesh-finding partner. You’re a much stronger and better person for everything you’ve weathered with that treasure.
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