Not for children under 4

"Evangelical Christian women are twice as likely to experience orgasms in sex than non-Christian women. - (some secular psychology magazine i think)


My first reaction to hearing this: Yes!
My second reaction to hearing this: Of course that's true.

I care to discuss my second reaction.

Why is this true? If I was thought to have any clue about this topic and was asked to write an essay about it, this is what my limited knowledge would say:

Christian or non-Christian, girls enjoy sex (like i know what i'm talking about) more when:
-the guy is incredibly in to them
-the sex is not meaningless
-there is more intimacy
(all of these are sort of related)

This makes so much sense to me why non-Christians females aren't enjoying it as much. The world and the media preach that sex isn't special, it's something you do with someone who turns you on, that's it. As evidenced by every single movie where the couple meets, hits it off, and has sex on that first or second night. Or a movie like Superbad where the guys need to hurry up and have sex in high school so that they won't be rookies when they have it all the time in college.
Result: meaningless sex

They say chivalry is gone. No where do we see men treating women with respect without them getting something in return. Therefore even love making becomes all about you, not about the other person. It's all about what they can do for you. For guys, it often becomes just about 'getting off.'
Result: The guy's not that much in to the girl unless he can get something from it

It's not cool to love your wife, to romance her. They say being a 'man' is spending all your free time watching football. Being a 'man' is not being tied down. Saying 'no' to the guys so you can spend quality time with your wife is considered 'being whipped.'
Result: Guys don't spend time increasing intimacy

Interestingly, the only places I've seen where sex is valued, selfless romancing is encouraged, the goal is to serve the other, and love is defined as more than just a feeling....is God's Word.

Honestly, Christian guys aren't much better at this....but apparently enough to make Christian women twice as likely to..you know.

Isaiah .0006

For the past few years, myself and a few others have been praying for God to work a miracle in our friend's life. Deep down, I don't believe God will (or can) do what I've been begging him to.

The other day I get a phone call telling me about our friend. The miracle happened. What an answer to prayer. God is the only reason this could have happened.

So that's cool to see God answer prayer, but what was interesting was my gut reaction when I heard all this on the phone:
I immediately wanted to drop the phone, get on my knees right there on the Penske building fire escape steps, and repent. Not repent just of doubting God, but repent just for existing. Repenting for everything about me that hasn't screamed glory to God 24/7 every day of my life.

You would think my first reaction would be excitement, or that I'd want to immediately thank God, or that I'd first want to say sorry to God for doubting him. But instead the first thing I think of is wanting to crawl into a ball and hide b/c of the strong sense that I'm in the presence of an incredibly holy and frighteningly powerful God.

Just trying to remember funny moments

Betsy Desch: Want to hold Howie?
Martin: Sure, but I suck at baby-holding.
Tommy: It's no big deal. If you drop him, she can always make another one.


Martin: who wrote Handel's Messiah?
Joseph: Messiah


Tommy: I'm not a redneck. I don't do hunting or fishing. I don't have trucks on my lawn. I'm not attracted to my cousins.........and my cousins are HOT!


Martin: Thanks for calling Penske, this is Martin how can I help you?
Ticked off customer who rents trucks out of Birmingham, not Atlanta: Hey I keep getting calls from people to pay my invoices, but I pay them after 30 days every time. This is ridiculous! I want to talk to the owner of Penske!
Martin: The owner of Penske??
TOCWRTOOBNA: yes, whoever owns Penske Truck Leasing LLP, I want to talk to him!
Martin: hahahaha


Peter (to random customer at check-out counter): What's this?
Customer: It's toothpaste.
Peter: Toothpaste eh? I've heard of that.


Our competition's team name at trivia night: "Barbie never got pregnant because Ken always came in another box."
(perverted yes, but you have to admit that's witty)

My first movie if I become a filmmaker

Wait, cancel that first part of the last post. That story should not be added to my inventory of stories.
1, b/c that's not my story anyways, I heard it fourth hand.
2, b/c what's so amazing about God changing people....we already knew the Gospel does that, why should we be so surprised and impressed when that happens?
3, this following story DOES belong to me, and I sob uncontrollably in this story which makes it more interesting/awkward when telling it.

My cousin Taylor Jackson, a lad who I saw every year of his life up until he was 8, has reappeared back into our lives now at the age of 18...
The reason why I haven't seen him in 10 years is because his mom has made it to where his dad (my blood uncle) can never see him again. In fact, "to make it easier on Taylor", she told him his dad was dead so that Taylor wouldn't desire to go run away and live with his dad. Let me repeat that to ensure your interest is sparked...his mom told him his dad was dead.
A year ago, my other cousin Wesley (who also hasn't seen him since they were both 8) finds Taylor on myspace.com. Taylor finds out his dad is alive. Wesley has been keeping in touch with Taylor since then. Wesley has asked Taylor if he wants to see his dad, but Taylor says he wants nothing to do with him.
Then two months or so ago, Taylor's mom and controlling step-dad are driving in the car with him. They pull over to the side of the road and yell at Taylor "get out of the car, and don't come back. Get outta here!" So Taylor goes and lives with one of his friend's families. A week later Taylor's step-dad comes looking for him. He barges in to people's houses looking for Taylor (like a drunk madman (unfortunately he's not drunk; he's just a natural ass)) and insisting that Taylor's there and they're hiding him. Fortunately, he visits all Taylor's friends' houses except for the friend's house Taylor was actually in.
Meanwhile, cousin Wesley finds out about this. Wesley tells his mom (my mom's sister). Then about a month ago, Taylor gets a phone call:
"Taylor, this is your Aunt Kandy, I don't know if you remember me. Your dad really wants to see you. Is that OK?"
"Yes."
That night, his dad/my uncle David/my mom's bro/man who does the best Donald Duck impression ever drove down and picked him up. The son who thought his father was dead, and the father who hadn't seen his son in 10 years, reunited.

So for the past month. Taylor has been living with his real dad and my uncle's amazing wife Connie. According to Taylor, he loves it.....

(i made 22% of this up b/c I forget what actually happened)

Not to Sonny, not to Josh, but to God

Every person has about 5 to 7 good stories in them. I only have two, but I'm thinking about adding this one to my inventory.

Remember Sonny a few posts back? Back when he worked in Charlotte a couple years ago, there was a lady who worked with him who was a Nazi. Like, a real one. She would take her 6yr old daughter with her to Hitler's birthday party every year.
Sonny became good friends with her and gave her the book More than a Carpenter by Josh McDowell. She would read it, but would get so mad at the book that she'd chuck the book across the room. Later she figured "I probably should at least finish it though, just to tell Sonny I did."
She finished the book and shortly thereafter became a Christian sometime in 2006, as did her daughter. They celebrated their first ever Christmas 9 months ago. They had three presents under the tree: one for the mom, one for the daughter, one for Jesus. The daughter said to the mom "It feels so good not to hate anymore."

Miss Teen USA 2007 - South Carolina answers a question

What a disaster.

This video has 12 million views. I think the guys in my Bible Study have contributed to 2,000 of those.

I can actually identify with her. The whole mind going blank and the pressure of having to make a profound answer in 30 seconds...I could definitely see making a fool of myself (as I have in the past). But man, that was a retarded answer.

And deep down I wish Mario Lopez, instead of saying 'thank you for that answer', said "At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul."