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I’ll never punish my daughter for saying no.
The first time it comes out of her mouth, I’ll...”
I needed something for thoughts that are too long for Twitter or Facebook, but don't comprise a full blog post. Fortunately, that's what Tumblr is for.
In this season we shifted into ministry-and-family mode, neglecting our intimacy and failing to work through our issues. This became apparent to me when my pregnant wife came home from a hair appointment with her previously long hair that I loved chopped off and replaced with a short, mommish haircut. She asked what I thought, and could tell by the look on my face. She had put a mom’s need for convenience before being a wife. She wept.
I can’t believe this is real.
Mark Driscoll is one of the worst kinds of people.
I…I give up on life. Wait! Maybe it’s not real! Maybe someone was angry and made it up, that hap…wait, what’s that, Amazon? You have a preview? And if you search for “mommish” it has not only that quote, but this one in the next paragraph?
One night, as we approached the birth of our first child, Ashley, and the launch of our church, I had a dream in which I saw some things that shook me to my core. I saw in painful detail Grace sinning sexually during a senior trip she took after high school when we had just started dating…I asked her if it was true, fearing the answer. Yes, she confessed, it was. Grace started weeping and trying to apologize for lying to me, but I honestly don’t remember the details of the conversation, as I was shell-shocked. Had I known about this sin, I would not have married her. But God told me to marry Grace, I loved her, I had married her as a Christian, we were pregnant, and I was a pastor with a church plant filled with young people who were depending on me.
Emphasis mine. And it almost of sounds like if he hadn’t had so many eyes on him, he may have kicked her to the curb for not being a virgin.
Okay, I give up. If this is Real Marriage and the dedicated, loving, lifelong partnerships of my gay friends aren’t, then count me out.
Fortunately, I know that it’s not. Shudder.
(Oh, and thanks to zurik for posting this, but you didn’t post as text and I wanted the whole quote on here, so I reblogged victory instead.)