Spiritual hunger and sexual desire have been two of the most compelling forces in my life. And over my 56 plus years of living, I’ve learned that I’m hardly alone. In fact, since 1987 I’ve had the honor of walking alongside hundreds of Christian men whose sexual behavior has put them at odds with their spiritual life. And I’ve never taken that walk without seeing a lot of myself in other guy. In fact, more often that I care to admit, I’ve wanted to stop him mid-sentence and say, “Ya think that’s bad? Bro, you should hear what I’ve been going through!” But of course, Pastoral Counseling is about the person coming for help, not the man offering the help, so for obvious reasons I try never to dump my own stuff on a client.
But that doesn’t remove the desire to dump it somewhere, and this is as good a place as any. So on Fridays, this blog site will break away from the topic oriented format we observe Monday through Thursday, and instead will post A Cuppa Joe. In these Friday posts I’ll probably deluge you with my own problems, and, like the demonic Legion of the Gospels, they are many. I’ve got about 50 pounds to lose, a mother to care for who’s recently widowed and quite ill, ups and downs with depression, a schedule I am forever running to catch up with, and an ongoing dread that someday everyone (my darling wife included) will realize what an idiot I really am and vote me off the island.
Funny thing, though. When my buddies and I get together and start kvetching and whining about life, we usually do take something of value away from it. Some lesson, maybe, or a new perspective, or at least a reminder that life’s hard for everyone, and who said it wouldn’t be? So that’s what we’ll shoot for, starting next week, when we talk about lessons learned from struggling with weight.
No offense taken if you skip it. But if you don’t, then I truly do hope it will be of some use to you.