Even when parents weren’t involved, marriages past were often more about function than feeling.In the mid-1800s an Arkansas man placed an ad in the newspaper that read: “Any gal that got a bed, calico dress, coffee pot and skillet, knows how to cut out britches and can make a hunting shirt, knows how to take care of children can have my services till death do us part.”When the growing industrialization and mechanization brought blossoming wealth in Western societies, the new phenomenon of leisure time gave young men and women the opportunity to get to know each other before marriage. Generally taking place in the home of the woman, where she was safe and carefully watched over by her family, the suitor pursued feminine affections through conversation, wit, and written messages.When we refer to the physical act of sex, the standards generally understood by Christians are fairly straightforward, black and white, right and wrong.But when we muse on the mystical, marvelous dance that begins with locked eyes across a room and ends up with the physical act, things get a whole lot more complicated.When seeking a spouse, we should present our request to God through prayer and wait patiently for His response (Philippians 4:6).This article, while biblically-based, contains material best appreciated by mature readers.—Editors. But while we need the sun, we need it in tolerable doses. Without fire in the form of the sun, the planet would descend into a terminal ice age, with every form of life freezing instantly and irrevocably.
And if I had it to do over, I’d err on the side of caution rather than throwing it to the wind. Let’s go back to the fire to answer these questions.That which was created by God as a metaphor of the love of Christ for His church Nothing could be more unreasonable.Sex is God’s gift, and thoughtful Christians know that. Moderate sexual expression, particularly in a stable relationship, has been correlated with health benefits, including better sleep and less depression, better cardio health, and even pain relief!In 1997 a 23-year-old named Joshua Harris authored Maybe it’s time for a little personal confession.I found Jesus at 19, after a high school career of looking for love in all the wrong places.