Overheard: God Created Hormones

It’s true.

He made man, male and female. Along with much of the rest of creation, he caused us to be attracted to each other through hormones.

True, again.

So tell me, why did He load us up with tons of desire and then forbid our using it?

Good question. And the answer is:

He didn’t.

In fact, He told us we should use our God-given desire like glue to hold us tight to one another. He just said to keep it inside of a single, committed relationship He called marriage.

He had many, many reasons for that, but one of the simpler reasons that anyone, Christian or not, can grasp, is the prevention of STDs. Well, wow, we couldn’t have known, right? For ages, no one guessed. However, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know how to escape such diseases. Just takes one-man/one-woman.

How simplistic!

How inhibiting!

Yep. I’ll take the simplicity of disease-free life, any day.

I’ll take the inhibiting of diseases any day.

Another, slightly more complicated reason (but not too hard for some) is the engendering of stable offspring.

You know – the boys who grow up to become useful men because of having a useful dad; the girls who grow up to become useful women because of having a useful example in Mom. It’s not too hard, really. We see the opposite results every day. Don’t we.

Admit it: You know friends who have suffered greatly from not having  two stable parents hanging around, making their lives complete. And although the adults may have attended church, they did not act like Christians, did not act like Christ. Did they. Admit it.

Those in these circumstances who grow up whole are the exception. Aren’t they.

A bit harder, yet – in fact, far too hard for a non-Christian to grasp, is the picture we make of Christ and the Church. So pure. So perfect. So right. So, umm, exciting. Yes, exciting is a good word.

Christian marriage is exciting. All the hormone response you could ever hope for (daily, if you want), no disease, and kids who turn out. What’s not to like?

And if you do not see this relationship in your church, with Christ, you need to find a good church.

Mine

Mmmine!

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It Happened Again

Mother and Child

Mother and Child (Photo credit: Nanda Sunu)

I wanted to reach through my screen, grab the writer by the shirt, and shout when I read it:

“She bravely walked away from her career to have a baby [. . .]  walked away from her job [. . .] I’m sure you know someone – or are that someone – who put their career on hold for family [. . .] “

So began a post about how to profit while ditching career for family.

Sure, I knew what the writer meant.

I also recognized his grand gesture of saluting her bravery.

Hers was a brave act, in these days, foregoing 6-digit employment to cook and clean for a mere handful of people.

Think about it. She used to suit up in expensive attire, choose from zillions of darling shoes, maneuver a shiny car through intricate mazes, elevate to the top of a skyscraper, handle millions without blinking.

But I also knew the writing was wrong, so wrong.

She did NOT give up her career.

No.

She vacated that career, yes, but it was someone else’s to begin with.

And when she began giving her family the time of day, she found her career.

She finally stopped walking away from it.

She opened her eyes to true reality.

She matured and eased into a nobler niche.

She did not lose an important career.

She found it.

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Sunday Scriptures – Kiss

Anointing of Jesus

Anointing of Jesus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What an amazing story this has always been! See if you don’t agree:

Now one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, so he went to the Pharisee’s house and reclined at the table. When a woman who had lived a sinful life in that town learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house, she brought an alabaster jar of perfume, and as she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them. Luke 7:36-38

Okay, the woman has lived a sinful life, probably as a prostitute. She could never have expected to gain entrance into the home of a wealthy church leader of her day. Possibly she was the fallen daughter of a wealthy family herself (God only knows why, but those of us who’ve been there can guess) since she owned such a fabulously expensive item as an alabaster jar of perfume. Where this story is retold elsewhere in Scripture, we learn it was worth about $50,000 or more, in today’s money. Also, it was a sealed box, openable only by breaking.

So here she is, descended from wealth into wretchedness, but still clinging to this one article, knowing she would likely be ostracized and expelled, yet still hoping for and gaining entrance, for what?

Her actions are shocking. Imagine yourself, even today, washing the feet of any man you know, basically in public. And the guests present at table that day were not only appropriately shocked, but ever ready to seize the opportunity to trap Jesus. Immediately they think mean thoughts about Him: “If He’s such a hot-shot prophet, He’d be able to foretell this gal’s a loser, stained, probably contagious . . .” They griped about the waste, too.

See, the rules of the day forbade anyone touching her. Before the days of hand sanitizer, it wasn’t such a bad idea. Still isn’t. A person could get really sick, touching someone who was really sick. Just teaching a Sunday School class with a really sick kid in it can land a person in the hospital and you know it’s true. These people had all kinds of laws against spreading germs. Hand washing, quarantine, medical exams, etc., all come to us from the writings of those days. Sometimes they even had to burn their clothes.

Not to mention the fact that unmarried men and women just did not touch each other. Just wasn’t done.

Yet she pressed through and she touched Him. A lot. In a rather intimate way, washing His feet. With her tears. And drying with her hair, which was then, of course, uncovered, which ignored another rule.

Then, to top it off. she broke the $50,000 box of perfume open to use it on His feet. To anoint Him, He said elsewhere, for His burial.* She couldn’t have really known this, but she had her own reasons, I think.

You see, a woman normally had such a wildly extavagant possession to use on her wedding night.

This woman knew: For a woman like her, there never would be a wedding night.

But she walked away forgiven.

* And no one else would get the chance to anoint His dead body, since He didn’t stay dead long enough.

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Adam or Eve: Who’s Better in a Crisis?

Artist Interpretation of GPS satellite, image ...

Artist Interpretation of GPS satellite, image courtesy of NASA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My man is so good at things I’m not good at.

He can handle stress like an iron man, while I panic and flop around like a beached fish.

He knows what to do when political things invade our lives, and I just want to shout.

He has a GPS inside his brain; but I need directions from Wal-Mart. And then I lock myself out of my car and he has to be there, after all. Not proud. Just sayin’.

He is strong, but I am weak. Really. In my body.

He is self-disciplined, but I am wild and easy to fly off the handle.

He knows how to be quick to listen and slow to speak, but I only know that we SHOULD do those things.

He can light a fire with one match, but it takes me at least two.

He is tidy, but I am messy. But I do clean up my messes eventually while he is patiently waiting for me to learn tidiness. After 43 years of marriage.

He speaks when he has thought of something to say worth hearing, but I speak because I have had a thought. Any thought.

When he diets, he loses weight: No comment.

The above list could go on and on.

However.

When it comes to throw-up at 2:00 a.m., I’m better than he is. I know what to do and it doesn’t really bother me to do it. He sleeps. I am so thankful he sleeps, because if he were awake, he would panic.

Actually, all the hidden support work is easier for me.

Dirty dishes drive him up a wall; no prob for me.

Dropped and broken things raise his hackles; my specialty.

Company coming and the house is messy; just get outa the way, Dear.

And on and on.

I love being what my man lacks, what he needs, a helper suitable for him.

Don’t you?

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