I said “I’m sorry” as I hugged the gentle man I get to call my Husband. His response to me immediately caused my almost callous heart to melt into a puddle as he walked toward the door. Somehow, I mustered up the ability to say with a cracking voice “I love you” before he made it outside. And the tears flowed.
I’m sure most of you aren’t surprised that I was crying given how dramatic I can be, but here’s the thing. My sweet Husband didn’t snap at me or make a mean remark or call me a name. Rather, he said something that opened the shutters to his heart. His heart which I was hurting in my tightly grasped hand. And I had no idea.
Not You Again
Lately, I have found myself voicing my frustration about the stage of life we are in. I’ve complained, ranted, become angry…the whole works.…
There’s a lie, still weaving its way through Christian circles. It’s the thought that purity is merely refusing to participate in certain sinful activities. It started when, in hopes to strike fear into adolescents, we began setting up various rules regarding what makes us pure. People became identified as such when they abstained from sex until marriage. If they wore a purity ring and didn’t ride in cars with boys, surely they were on the right path!
But because we missed the foundation of what being pure actually looks like and why we should strive for it, many Christians were remaining faithful to a point, but coming as close to the line as possible.
A Heart Issue
Now, I’m not saying we should toss out all the boundaries and rally in a free for all. But this issue is much broader than whether or not a person has “saved themselves for marriage.”…