It seems that just about every time I enter a new workplace, all the married adults talk about how they wanna set me up with someone. But they’re never very specific because, just as I have a problem meeting girls my age, so do they. It’s not that I’m necessarily bad a talking to girls. I just tend to find myself in general locations that they avoid. For instance, I spent my summer in Florida, home to zero women over eighteen and under thirty. Now, I’m living at home in Ohio, and I assure you there are no women my age living at my home. Nor do they live at my work because I couldn’t imagine a rubber factory full of sweaty, dirty dudes appeals as a stomping ground to young single ladies.
The other day, it was outed at the factory that I’m single, so as expected, one of the guys let me know he was making it his mission to find me a helper fit. Now on the inside, I’m like, I could use all the help I can get. I mean, I’ve never been set up with anyone, so what could go wrong? But on the outside, I have to pretend like his offer to help me doesn’t interest me. That’s because when you’re single in this society, it’s way uncool to not wanna be single. But I never know how serious these people are when they say they wanna find me a wife. He started asking me specifically what I want in a woman, and since answering great singing voice, pretty face, and nice legs sounds like I care too much, I had to play it off with a joke: “She’s gotta have naturally pink hair.”
His wife works at a hospital, so he let me know that’s where he’d be pulling potentials from, which is great because, as we can clearly learn from television, ugly people don’t work at hospitals. This coworker of mine also knows I’m a Christian and knows she’s gotta be Christian.
The relaxing part of being a Christian guy in pursuit of a lady is that she won’t think you’re just trying to get into bed with her … yet. I mean, sex is in the picture, but not until after marriage of course. And after you’ve had some children together. Christian dates should never end with the guy walking the girl to her door. That’s a little too close to her bed. In fact, Christian dates should always end as abruptly as possible because we are meant to maintain our purity.
I’m not digging at purity. It’s a really good thing, and we gotta look out for it and look out for each other. But the truth is that not everyone has maintained their purity by today’s standards. Actually, considering purity doesn’t always have to mean sexual purity, no one at all has maintained their purity. It seems like the only kind of purity we can’t get back once we give it up is sexual purity. So I suppose people who have had sex before marriage are doomed to be impure for the rest of their lives? Is that what we’re saying?
Nah, God’s mercies are new every morning. There isn’t much I could say about this, and I’m probably the worst person to talk to about sexual impurity, but I do know God’s making us new creations every moment. Sanctification is constant re-creation all building up to something perfect. Maybe we weren’t pure in that previous moment, but we confess, learn, move on, and choose this moment to live in purity. All kinds of purity.