I haven't reached the house of God yet, but amidst a forest of destruction, disaster, and demons, I feel I've found the path which leads to it. I'd know the difference between good and evil. I've been both. And while there are exceptions and I can name plenty of people who are not entirely in love with God, or who do not even believe in Him, who are great and sweet human-beings, I'd argue that the majority of Christ-followers get it more right in terms of decency and compassion comparatively. That is not a bash at all. In fact, I find it off-putting when I see bible holders standing on a block of cement for leverage downtown. Their position hovering over the crowd personifies perfectly the notion that they believe they are better than everyone else. Those people are not at all who this blog is about. A real Christian doesn't shame people to bring them closer to the Lord. Instead, he shows them the greatest amount of respect, love, and honor possible to display what being a child of God is really like. And he doesn't do it because he has to. He does it because he wants to. Those are the men I'm referring to. Those are the men the ladies should have eyes for.
When I drank, at times I became angry. When I acted childish, I embarrassed myself and those around me. When I cussed, I put my best friend, a devout Christian, in the awkward situation of staying or going. When I was not someone who God was proud of, I was not someone who a woman would be proud to be with. And, not to point a finger or blame it on someone else, but when I was far from Him, I was far from an expert on choosing someone good for me. A relationship can be powerful without God, but with Him, it can be indestructible. Not even Lucifer can break the barrier of Christ-like love, and I won't even harp on how it all strengthens when you love your neighbors as you do yourself or your partner or family or inner-circle. Satan hates love unless that love is for the things of this world; things that do not matter in the grand scheme of things. Eventually, I grew tired of finding girls who went to clubs as much as me, drank as much as me, partied as much as me, and slept in on Sundays the way I did. I realized that as unappealing as those girls were to me, I was likely equally as unappealing to them.
Then God came along. He taught me what to look for. He taught me where to find it. He taught me how to go about things. But most importantly, He taught me how to love in His image. I may not always get it right, but at least I have the proper playbook this time. I'm sure of that because I am now executing and winning. I am not thinking internally that I should break up with the one I'm with the way I used to. Rather, I am thinking of new and better ways we can grow as a couple through our Savior. For years I have envied people for what they have. After wrapping my brain around it all repeatedly over time, I've determined that, while there are people who last who aren't necessarily on the right track, the ones I see last and do so ecstatically are doing the following: Praying, Reading, Attending, and Yelling. Notice that the acronym itself spells out pray, as we should do often. Like, a lot. These couples are praying together three times a day, reading the word together just as often, attending church regularly, and yelling in excitement for what God does in their lives daily. The people who get it right are Christians: caring, compassionate Christians.
The man of your dreams isn't at City Tavern drinking a Tiger in the Tank. He's not giving you a thoughtless pickup line on Tinder. He's not posting selfies of his body on Facebook, and he's surely not worried about sex when he first meets you. I know this isn't the man of your dreams because I used to be that man, and I shouldn't have been desirable. No. The man of your dreams has yet to be revealed to you. When you find God, he'll find you. That's cliche, but it is a promise none-the-less. He's in the church band and his heart melts for God with every lyric. He's in the crowd with his hands up in praise and will not be distracted. He's welcoming you into the doors of God's house, and he's just as polite on Sundays as he is on every day that ends in "Y." Why? Because he loves God dearly, and he's capable of loving you almost as much.