The older I get, the less intrigued I am by a man's muscles, or his ability to look at a woman and she swoons to her death. Death, of course, meaning utter desperation to latch oneself onto the pectorals of a Greek god. Intelligence and humor are the dynamic duo that sets my heart a'blazing with the love of Juliette for Romeo, Jasmine for Aladdin, and Myra for Urkel. Obviously, the gorilla glue to the whole package must be Jesus. Shall we segue on that pristine note? Upon multiple occasions, in the past three months, it has come to my attention that the world is seriously lacking men who are on fire for God. (I am sure that the few men, who are on fire for God, could equally say the same for us women.) About a month ago, my best friend and I were attempting to plan a camping trip in Kentucky. A quick weekend of adventures and worship. Deep conversations with a light hearted group of God's little big kids. We were wanting a small gathering, of four or five, who could sit around a bonfire and really encourage one another in their walks. Unfortunately for us, we quite literally could not think of two or three close guy friends who would want the main focus of an adventure to be about the pursuit of a closer relationship with Jesus. NOW. I don't want to offend, or hurt anyone reading this. I also don't want it to seem as if I am placing myself upon a pedestal If that were the case, I would say that I didn't need, or desire, a trip where I could grow more in fellowship with my brothers and sisters, and most importantly, with my Creator. I am simply venting. Simply asking, why aren't we living the Bible? We go to church. We sit, accept, and applaud a sermon. We leave the building, and forget everything we just heard. In one ear, and out the other. That was enough, right? Once a week, and Jesus loves us. We gave Him our 30 minutes of worship and hour of theology. I am a victim of this worldly mindset. Daily, I have to remind myself, THERE IS MORE. The more I remind myself, the more my true identity, and true desires emerge. (Segue) Desires for a man who has the intelligence to understand that God is so indescribable, that one church service a week of his time isn't going to deepen his walk. Desires for a man who doesn't consider himself high and mighty, is able to realize his flaws, and find humor in the discovery of himself. HUMOR IS A GIFT FROM GOD. Come on folks, if God created the Catfish, which is pretty much the most disgusting looking animal on the face of the planet, He has to have a sense of humor. And, as the good Book says, we are made in His image. Also, Sampson was portrayed as one sexy guy, and we saw how much his muscles did for him. It was all in the hair, y'all. So basically, the moral of this blog is, "Love Jesus, don't smoke weed and lose your brain cells, laugh at Jew jokes, and grow your hair - not your muscles."
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I dedicate this blog to Christopher Campbell, the one person who noticed I hadn't written a blog in a long time. Which pretty much indicates that he is the only person who reads it.
