"This story show us that the marriage triangle is inseparable and indivisible, it is a living demonstration of how sexual desire can become a destroying force which change love into aversion and hatred when the third angle is cut off and love is not upheld and protected by marriage.
And so the one who ask for sexual surrender as a proof of love does not act out of love, when a boy extorts this from a girl with the argument:
"If you love me, then prove it by giving yourself," there is one adequate answerer: 
"Now I know that you do not love me, other wise you would not ask for that."
"It goes with out saying that where a girl use the same argument and asks to taken as a proof of love, she deserves the same answer from the boy.
 
Dr Paul Popenoe the well know American marriage counsellor, has made a very practical suggestion in the regard, he says that a girl should slip a note to her friend which reads:  "Go slowly, my friend boy, and see all the fine things that are in me, or go fast, and I shall see how little there is in you."
There was a moment of protest among the young men in the audience, so I added:  "Since we have a growing number of aggressive girls today, maybe the boys should be prepared to slip a similar note to their girlfriends.
"Let me finish today with a question from the letter of a girl, who together with her friend, had made up her mind not to enter from the sex entrance.
She wrote: "Since we have made this decision there is an easiness in our relationship the easiness of something not yet final, this is what I appreciate the most, at the same time, there is in this lightness the promise of greatness and depth."
As I stood at the door greeting the people after the lecture, a rather tall girl whispered as she passed by hurriedly:
"I shall call you tonight at the hotel."
"I will be at the pastor home, you must call there."
"All right."
"Tell me your name, so that I will know who you are when you call."
"Fatma."
Then she was gone, perhaps she is my anonymous caller, I thought instantly, for a moment I was tempted to run after her, but then 
Miriam came with Timothy.
"Could we have another talk?"  she asked.
"I wish you would come together."
"That is what we like to do."
We arranged a time at five o clock the next afternoon, the last person to greet me were Maurice and his mother, she held my right hand in both of hers and, while she was talking, bowed over and over again.
"She wants to thank you,". Maurice explained.
"Ask her what touched her especially this evening."
The mother thought for a moment and then Maurice translated her answer:
"She says that love could enter into marriage later on, and what the woman said in the musical:  "For twenty five years I have lived with him...if that not love, what is?"
 I looked at the little old woman with her wiry, worn out body, looked at the wrinkled face with the lively eyes and then I could not help but put my arms around her and give her a hug.
Just to think she had remembers that I was deeply comforted,  if she had grasped the massage in spite of the difference language, the difference culture background, then I could be sure that other too had understood.
Different back ground?, so what! if a line from a a modern American musical with a Jewish background talking place in Russia touches an almost seventy years old widow who grew up in the African bush the,  the hearts of people must be at the same all over the world, the difference are on the surface, deep down there is nothing but that naked human heart_longing fearing, hoping _the same wherever it beats.
W I entered pastor Daniel house, the table was set for supper, Daniel was still in the churchyard, talking to some of his parishioners, Esther was still in the kitchen together with the young girl who was helping her, Esther greeted me and asked me to take my place at the table.
"Supper will be ready in few minutes."
"Where you in church tonight?"
"Yes of course."
Evidently she had prepared the meals ahead of time, she must be a very efficient house wife, I thought.
After about ten minutes she put a steaming hot dish of noodles on the table, then she bought a platter of sliced meat garnished with hard boiled eggs and tomatoes, a large glass bowl filled with fruit salad_diced bananas, pineapple, papayas, orange and grapefruit _ stood on the table dessert.
"Do you prefer tea or coffee?"
"Tea please, I am till wound up, I am afraid I could not sleep if I drank coffee this evening."
We sat opposite each other, the place at the end of the table was set for Daniel.
"It must be very tiring to lecture," Esther said politely.
"It not so much the lecturing, but the talks afterward, which take much strength."
We sat silently for a few minutes.
"Where is Daniel?"
"He is still out side talking to people."
"Doesn't he know that the meal is ready?
"Yes, he does."
There was silence again, the food was still steaming on the table.
"Can you call him?"
"It is no use, he won't come until he is finished."
we waited.
"I enjoyed your lectures", Esther said probably in order to change the subject.
"It was wonderful to have your husband as an interpreter, I feel completely at one with him in spirit, so it almost as if only one man were speaking, I have a feeling that he improves my lectures quite a bit when translating."
"He does well."
We were silent again, she picked up the hot dish and carried it back to the kitchen.