For believers around the world who believe an apocalypse is upon us, the wait may be over as an Australian couple has claimed to be Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene.
To pray together, or not to pray together: that is the question. For married couples of faith, the decision is a bit more obvious. They have clever adages in support of the idea, such as “The couple that prays together stays together,” as well as a whole host of surveys, books, and websites singing the praises of how prayer can strengthen a relationship. It’s enough to even make an Atheist consider it. But what about couples who aren’t married, yet are in serious dating relationships? Should they pray with their significant others, or is couple’s prayer an intimate activity that is better suited for marriage?
I’m guessing that The Girl Who Let Me had been looking at the mountains, waiting for a boy, any boy, to come along. I wish I could remember her name. I said hello, and she said hello, and I said I lived up the road—not mentioning that I was one of the weird missionaries, though later she told me she knew who I was because her uncle disapproved of us Schaeffers and said so. Anyway, that first day she didn’t ask awkward questions. I asked her where she was from, and she answered Paris, and then, with a sudden flash of inspiration, I asked her if she’d like to go for a walk because the crocuses were still blooming only a fifteen-minute hike up the steep path. She said yes!
On the 19th of March, the moon was as close to the Earth as it has or will be for the next 18 years. A feat that most assuredly comes with cosmic strings attached. An astronomer predicted that the onset of this would cause the universe, or Lady Earth, as we know her to revolt. And she did.
As many of you know, and by many of you I mean the proud few that indulge in my occasional cyber rants; I’m “involved” in an ambiguous relationship with a man by the name of NsSA, Not-so-Starving-Artist. I’ve chronicled our dealings since our initial meeting last November during a SEC mash-up at his flat. From that initial meeting of the minds to an impromptu proposal of faux life partnership with a ghetto gold band we are a couple of humans – proudly. He said yes!
"Prayer changes things." We've all heard this, and many of us probably believe it, at least in theory. But can it really work in the day-to-day dealings of your marriage? Can prayer really strengthen your marriage? Can it even rescue a marriage that's crumbling?
You want to get married. And because you’ve grown up in a Christian environment that places marriage on a massive pedestal, this desire is neither surprising nor shameful. It’s merely something you’ve always assumed would be a part of your future. Yes, you are aware that the divorce rate in America continually hovers around fifty percent. You’re also realistic enough to recognize that in spite of what you learned from Jerry Maguire, a romantic partner is not going to "complete you." But, you want to have babies at some point in time, and as cheesy as it may sound, you still vaguely believe in love and think it’s possible that you might find it—yet your thirtieth birthday is looming on the horizon, and in the world of Christian dating, you are decidedly past your prime.
It's the question we'd all love to have answered: why do marriages fall apart? A recently released infographic from The National Marriage Project offers data towards this end and also suggest the steps we can take to avoid divorce. According to the infographic, titled "When Marriage Disappears," if you want a long-lasting marriage, you should have a college degree, be over the age of 25, have a baby 7 months into your marriage, have a religious affiliation, a decent-paying job and have parents who are still married.
Divorce comes in many shapes and sizes. Just read all the articles on this site and you can see that everyone has their own experiences and issues with divorce. One thing that can be a big issue in divorce is who gets the religion. If you and your spouse came from two different religions when you got married, chances are you picked one and that was how you raised your children. If you are lucky then there was a compromise and you met somewhere in the middle. If you are even luckier, you each enjoyed your own religion separately with no conflict.
We kissed for the first time after a techno party. I had covered my face in an invisible paint that glowed under a black light, and after all the guests left, the paint slowly covered her lips and face. I thought kissing was like licking an ice-cream cone, which is probably why she kept laughing as she taught me what to do, and a lot of what not to do, with my awkward tongue and teeth and lips. At sunrise I walked Jess home, grateful and covered in glow paint, surprised by how different she looked outside the thrill of the ultraviolet light.
Do you consider you underwear choice when and if you go to church? This week YourTango users were especially fired up over a Traditional Love post asking if men are to blame for having "impure" thoughts or should women—particularly scantily clad women—take some responsibility? The latter thought is what leads to dress codes in institutions and even across cultures. As you might have guessed, men and women had different opinions. YourTango user btoenges related:
I'm a guy who really enjoyed his (soon to be) wife. But I felt like I was supposed to stop having sex with this woman. My prayers went something like this: "Really God? That's what you want me to do? But we're getting married in just a couple months. What's the big deal about it? Isn't getting married enough? Why do we need to stop having sex?" I never got up the courage to pray about moving out. I was afraid of what the answer might be.
This particular Orange County church was jam-packed every Sunday with twentysomething women who were young and tan and often sporting hip-hugger jeans. As all who wear them know, hip-hugger jeans can often result in precarious situations whereby a woman's unmentionables (i.e. thong underwear) have a tendency to creep out above the back waste line whenever she sits down. These unlawful appearances happened rather frequently during church services, and they did not go unnoticed by the young, twentysomething men who attended each week.
As a single, Christian woman living in New York City, dating can come with its fair share of challenges, but finding quality men isn’t always one of them. On the contrary, I have met several guys who are funny, smart, successful, and attractive. Sometimes I really, really want to go out with them, but the problem is this: they don’t share my faith. It’s a bit of a dilemma.
In any other sense of the word, I wouldn't tolerate using someone or being used. I won't date someone for his social status, befriend someone for the simple goal of getting ahead professionally, and I most certainly wouldn't sleep with an older man in exchange for being taken care of. But here I was sleeping with people because they were there, because my body had an urge, one that I clearly didn't feel the need to examine.