Sitting there in the church basement with friends and family, I enjoyed chatting with this funny, talkative, well-dressed man.So when Jake asked if he could call me sometime, I gave him my telephone number and did a mental dance of joy.
And not long after that, her attendance at our study became irregular.
If I didn’t know the dangers of dating a non-Christian already, Emily’s story only underscored how tricky it can be.
When their conversation turned to drinking or their love of going to Hooters, I’d grow silent or roll my eyes and offer a speech about women not being objects – failing to mention, unfortunately, that our value comes from being made in God’s image.
Jake and his friends were more amused than convinced by my occasional ranting, so the conversations usually gave way to teasing arguments and laughter.
“You’ll have a bed to yourself all weekend, and I appreciate your conservative views; it’s part of what makes you YOU,” he wrote, adding a smiley face next to it.
After reading Jake’s email, I felt giddy with the excitement of having someone interested in me – and guilty that Jake still didn’t know the biggest part of what makes me me: Jesus Christ.The next time I saw Jake was when we met for dinner with mutual friends.Over the meal, the guys swapped fraternity stories about stupid things they’d done while drunk.What was most difficult to understand was how Emily, a strong Christian, could fall for such an obvious, easy-to-avoid temptation.Eight years later, during a year-and-a-half dating drought, the situation didn’t seem quite so simple anymore – especially with Mr. It was ironic that I met this guy, Jake, at a church.For some inexplicable reason, Jake still intrigued me.