Maybe my mom knew something I didn’t when she told me — at my friend’s dad’s funeral — that I’d always be single. I’m reconciling myself to that idea. Is that God’s Plan A or did I reject God’s Plan A for so long that my options ran out?
Every time I regained consciousness, my mom was there, staying vigil beside me and feeling every bit of her child’s pain.
Much of my adult pursuit of happiness has been fleeting and often damaging. More often, the path to my true happiness (aka, joy) was disguised as suffering.
In a casino bar in Vegas smoking a cigar and drinking a beer, I prayed for Sienna, regretting all the things I didn’t say about why I wouldn’t sleep with her.
If you’ve been off on an interstellar vacation or stuck in a blizzard-induced blackout for the last month or so, you may have missed this, but the movie 50 Shades of Grey opens tomorrow. On Valentine’s Day. That means someone thinks it’s a love story men are supposed to take their beloved to. A love story? Seriously?
Instead of making marriage easier to get out of, maybe we should figure out a way to make it harder to get into.
Are you really going to tell your girlfriend that you won’t marry her unless you test out her sexual abilities? And what if she fails the test? Do you break up with her?
My newly chaste life began when I put on the yoke of Christ and surrendered this area of my life to Him. I subjected my sexuality to the authority of Christ so that (at least in this area) I have become a “slave of Christ”—and I couldn’t be happier.
This is the beauty of Christ’s love; He created us and He loves us. He’s not concerned with who we were. But He cares deeply about who we can become—saints.
It’s tempting to think that chastity is either a quaint idea from once upon a time or else an impossible goal in a sexually depraved culture, but it’s not. It’s never too late to live a chaste life. I should know. I’ll be 47 this month and just now beginning my life of chastity.