Maybe we all feel a little powerless when we are children. I certainly did. I wasn’t always sure I would get what I “needed.” My survival instincts kicked in often. Anytime I discovered that there were potato chips in the house, I would liberate many of them for my own purposes. I emptied unsuspecting Jello packets into my digestive system. I knew that Mom wouldn’t approve. But I figured I might not get any if I didn’t take the chips/Jello into my own hands.I also teased my sibs. It didn’t occur Read More.
“Flirting with my honey can be so much fun! It’s been really helpful to me in cultivating my own sexual feelings towards him. I used to hate it when he’d try to flirt with me or be sexual toward me in any way outside the bedroom. But all that has thankfully changed. It has become a frequent joke for me to say, ‘Hey babe, you wanna get lucky?!’ I especially love to say this to him when there is no chance of follow through…just to torment him…like on the way to church or right after we’ve already Read More.
The following comes from Wallace Goddard’s new series, Discoveries: Essential Truths for Relationships. To see the previous article in the series, click here. I remember as a child feeling very frightened by all the talk of nuclear war. Bomb shelters. Food storage. Mushroom clouds. I even remember being so unsettled one evening that I asked my parents if I could sleep on the floor in their room. I worried a lot.Fear may be the defining emotion of our time. Aided and abetted by mass media, that Read More.
“The fellowship of the suffering of Christ” is like “Putting off the natural man” and coming to Christ…Our friend “Jacob” who shared thought-provoking thoughts in two former articles is at it again. (If you missed the previous articles or would like to refresh your mind, click on: What Does It Really Mean to Be “Saved”? and Lord, How Is It Done?) Jacob’s thoughts motivate me to think, ponder, pray, and find new and deeper perspectives on important gospel subjects.Recently he surprised me by Read More.
I remember riding in the car with a group of teens. One of the less popular members of the group blurted out, “Hey! Guess what happened to me today.”I knew exactly what a civilized person would do. He would turn toward him and say: “What happened?”But I didn’t want to say it. My grudging soul did not want to show any interest. I ignored him. The silence must have stung. No one cared what happened to him that day. My friend had invited us into his life and we had slammed the door in his face.The Read More.