Honeymoon with My Brother is an excellent memoir documenting Franz’s life after being dumped at the altar by his fiancé and girlfriend of nearly a decade. Franz did not get much of an explanation of what happened, who was at fault or where to go from there. His brother flew in and decided that they should go ahead and have the wedding, just without the bride. Everyone was already en route or at the destination anyways. The next suggestion Franz’s brother, Kurt, made was for them to go ahead with the honeymoon, besides everything was already paid for. After their one week honeymoon Kurt and Franz decide when the two arrive back to quit their jobs, rid themselves of most of their possessions and then decide to travel the world together; and that is what they did. Franz and Kurt traveled the world for two years and hit fifty-three countries along the way.
I wish I could say I did the same thing. That after the breakup my housemates and I embarked on a journey around the world where I learned the meaning of life from an Eskimo in the Arctic. That my best friend took me on a road trip where we picked up a random hitchhiker and he traveled with us while learning who I was. Nothing like that happened.
I picked myself off the ground with a lot of help from God, friends, the power of prayer, and a never ending stream of Dr. Pepper.
What I learned from this book is the early chapters are filled with the memories of his former fiancé, Annie, the unresolved conversation and the tears that flowed without ceasing due to all the hurt. Then the travel begins and it is line after line about travel with Annie mixed in briefly. When I picked this book up I was really looking forward to reading a conclusion of how Franz got over Annie and how everything is perfect, happy, and fine! But, the conclusion was just the end of his travel. Telling the readers he is going to keep on traveling learning more about other cultures what’s out there so he can shape his mind even more.
That was the message that I needed. When you read the book you get so involved in Franz’s travel that you forget about Annie. You learn there is more in life that a relationship and a broken heart. There are broken people, broken cultures, and people begging from the crumbs off the table.
That’s where I am today. I’m not over her, not quite yet. Still learning, still growing, by God’s graciousness He is allowing me to keep on living life. I want to be so active in ministry towards others that when people see, ‘read my memoir,’ they won’t be seeing Annie like with Franz’s life, but they will see my travels, my ministry here on earth. I want to be a servant and maybe God wants me to be a servant more than I want to be one, and showed me I can only do it by myself? I don’t know God’s plan and never will. I’m just going to try and love God best I can.
I came across this quote and wanted to share it with everyone who has ‘been there’ for me.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
- Henri Nouwen
- Henri Nouwen