Part 1: Be Careful What You Ask For
Part 3: All the Wrong Reasons?
Well, I wasn’t planning on two posts this month with the word “sex” in the title. But it is February. And hey…you clicked. Ha.
Anyway…
We Christian singles get easily fascinated with this mysterious thing called sex. Call it an occupational hazard of chastity.
It’s understandable. When an entire civilization stampedes past you in pursuit of something, you’re bound to crane your neck that way. Throw in an entertainment industry that’s found its golden calf cash cow and you’ve got a powerful allure. “Wow,” we find ourselves going if we’re not careful. “Sex really does look like the answer. Wish I could get that.”
Now, I’ve never had sex.
But I’ve seen what it does for people.
Three years on an Air Force launch truck hearing the details of others’ tech school stories and favorite porn.
Three years as a teacher, watching students bring their babies to class, where they’d promptly tear up any of their mothers’ homework they could reach. Cute buggers.
Five years at a pizza place which, like any minimum wage job, attracts some tough cases.
Years later, here’s the scorecard. Those airmen were beset with divorce and cheating. My former students are still neck-deep in a hard, impoverished existence. The minimum wage scene? A few of those guys can’t hold down a job, existing perpetually in the scummiest trailer parks with few tools for reaching escape velocity.
But the one thing they all had more of than me?
Sex. Lots of it. Whenever they wanted.
Thanks for the prayers, everyone. I’m back from my mini-vacation. Let me tell you – I love my home, but central Colorado is some spectacular driving. Also, I may or may not have filled my car up with gas one time and then gotten back in the car to find it still running.
(Last singleness post for a while.)
Radical, radical, radical.
Picking back up with Humble Pie Week on Brandonjadams.com…
We cannot be sharpened if we have thin skin.