I was a zealot in college. Like stand-in-the-quad-and-preach-the-Gospel crazy. I didn't wave a Turn or Burn sign, though. So, that's a relief.
But I tried really hard to be spiritual. This made me depressed. I felt awful most days, especially on the days when God wouldn't lead me to an open parking spot–even after I prayed about it.
I prayed all day every day about everything. Mostly because I was trying not to think about sex.
Which only made me think about sex more.
When Christian girls I knew talked about wanting to get married, they all wanted different things than I did. They wanted a man who "really loved the Lord" or who wanted to "serve the Lord in ministry."
I just wanted a Christian guy who was hot and liked sex.
The one time I admitted this, the good, Christian girls frowned at me and said I "immature" and "unspiritual." Another married Christian woman told me not to think about sex because it "wasn't all it was chalked up to be."
I thought they were whacked. But I kept my mouth shut. Maybe that's another reason why I don't do small groups!
The good news is that I got lucky. Or should I say: blessed? Yes, blessed. That's more spiritual. Heh.
Anyway, I was still a freshman in college when a very hot, Christian guy told me he liked me. A month later, he told me he loved me. We got married when I was 20.
We now have five kids. I guess you could say we like sex. We also like what happens as a result; ie. offspring.
I realize, though, that our love story is sorta an anomaly these days. I mean, yeah–my extremist background was crazy–but we got one thing right: we were encouraged to marry young.
At the very least it was considered a good thing and not a YOU'RE-THROWING-YOUR-LIFE-AWAY thing.
I feel sorry for these Christian kids whose parents are telling them to wait to get married until after college, after graduate school, after they get a good career. And then, ONLY WHEN THEY ARE FINANCIALLY SECURE, should they have children.
Here's the thing: you're never ready to have children. You're never really PREPARED for that. I mean, there's no such thing as a "good time" for having kids. That's just a bunch of crap the baby-boom generation invented because they don't want to grow old or be called Grandma.
Yes, you can be responsible. But you don't need to own a house or a SMALL REAL ESTATE EMPIRE before having kids. You don't need to be able to buy a $1500 stroller before having kids.
Lastly, you don't need to enroll your kids in a preschool that charges more than Harvard.
Shoot, you don't really need to buy a crib. Throw a blanket in the bathtub and call it a nursery.
The point is, sex is awesome and if my kids come to me at 18 and say they've met their soul-mates I'll be all: SWEEEEET! Let's have the wedding in the backyard and you guys can live here until you're financially secure!
They'll totally go for that, right?
Hey, it's better than waiting to have sex until you own a small real estate empire. Or a lame-ass Bugaboo stroller.