Yesterday I came to the end of a long-drawn, frustrating saga and finally got the thing I’d been wanting. I felt so happy! elated! bouncing with joy! and yet… People have sometimes called me kind, caring, compassionate – but how … Continue reading
Again I catch myself doing it: saying the thing that will win me coolness points, the thing that will make me part of the gang, the thing that will make the people I’m talking to look at me with affection … Continue reading
That’s what I’ve found myself wanting to yell at a character in the novel I’m reading. Scene: conversation between Theo and Grace. Background information: Grace is married to Robbie. Theo is a long-term friend of Grace and Robbie. A very … Continue reading
As a Christian I’m commanded to love other people as I love myself. What does that mean? Loving someone means wanting what’s best for them. It means loving them despite their faults. It doesn’t mean pretending they have no faults … Continue reading
Someone called me a kind person today. Someone who doesn’t know me very well. Me, I know myself. And so, when this Bible passage was read out last Sunday in church, I burst into tears: Love is patient and kind; love does … Continue reading
And no, I don’t mean because of persecution, I mean because of the inner struggle between my natural human tendencies on the one hand, and the desire to obey God on the other. Jesus calls me to very high standards. … Continue reading
An excellent post about marriage.
In short: forget those romantic fairytales, and get realistic – you can only marry a fellow human being, and you will both make mistakes and fail each other sometimes.
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Today my wife Lindsay and I celebrate our two year anniversary. Two years ago, we tied the knot and took the plunge. Two years ago, the cutest girl in Indiana was taken off the market! Two years ago, we launched the beginning of the rest of our lives. Two years ago…
And after two years, there’s no hiding behind the dinner-and-a-movie façade of dating life any longer. I can’t buy enough flowers to conceal it. I can’t open enough doors. I can’t say enough “I love you’s.” She knows (and painfully, so do I) that she married the wrong person.
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Since writing my recent post about gay sex being sinful, I’ve had lots of responses on Google+ and this has helped me to get a better understanding of one type of reaction I sometimes get when I mention this issue. … Continue reading