"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
In churches across America, a quiet but consequential conversation is unfolding. It often begins with a question—sometimes whispered, sometimes posted publicly on social media....
He was the only married man at the time. In a moment of brutal honesty, one of them said to John, “I just don’t understand how you can have sex with the same woman all the time. That seems boring.”
"We aren’t supposed to do things using sheer will power. Sooner or later, we will just lose steam. Tonight, I have lost steam. The tears are on the brink of falling, and I just want to curl up under my blankets. Things feel too overwhelming and complicated."
“I’ve sang with Katy Perry, Fergie, Jagger, Britney, & many others. Nothing & no one compares to singing with Jesus! Nothing! Thank you for saving me!"
I don’t have a problem with what the church is telling Christians to do and not do regarding sex. I have a problem with why we are often telling Christians not do these things.
