Years ago, for the longest time, I didn't want to marry a Christian brother.
The ones I knew were always so cloaked with spirituality that I couldn't find or connect with their humanity.
The ones I knew were always so cloaked with spirituality that I couldn't find or connect with their humanity.
Or they looked so scruffy that it was impossible to be attracted to them, no matter how good looking they were.
Don't even get me started on those ones who rather than tell you they liked, were attracted to or loved you, would hide under, "The Lord told me that you're my wife."
Don't even get me started on those ones who rather than tell you they liked, were attracted to or loved you, would hide under, "The Lord told me that you're my wife."
Or is it the brothers with the Messiah Complex? Those ones who boldly acted like marrying you was a huge favour they were about to magnanimously grant you?
For these reasons and a few more, I just wanted a good man, preferably not of my faith.
For these reasons and a few more, I just wanted a good man, preferably not of my faith.
Today, I'm thankful for the passage of time. I've come to know Christian brothers who aren't quarrelling with deodorants and aftershaves.
I've met some who fit my specs. God-loving, brilliant, kind, honest, funny, suave, handsome (very handsome), ambitious & financially capable.
I've met some who fit my specs. God-loving, brilliant, kind, honest, funny, suave, handsome (very handsome), ambitious & financially capable.
I now know committed Christian brothers who don't act like hugging them makes you a succubus, intent on dragging their souls to the very depths of Hades.
I've met the ones who don't think that wanting the finer things of life means you're carried away by the things of this world and not interested in storing up treasures in Heaven.
Much more than these, I've come to know some scruffy, over-spiritual, brothers who beneath it all, are good, loving men who just need to lighten up a little.
