Friends in Faith,
I have been spending a lot of time in prayer lately, deepening my personal relationship with Christ. Time just fades away, and the next thing I know, I've been up all night telling Jesus about my day, my hopes, my dreams... how much I appreciate him dying for a few days so I don't have to go to hell... He's like the friend I never had.
I would almost go as far as to say it's becoming a problem. As if a deep, personal connection with Jesus could EVER be a problem. As if incessant prayer could even be halfway construed as a negative. I'm even praying as I type this. What are a few missed meals, a few uncompleted chores, a few near misses in traffic, a few missed days in the office? It's all for the most IMPORTANT and WORTHWHILE thing any of us could occupy our time with: PRAYER.
Lately, however, as the bond between Jesus and I has grown, I have been experiencing a certain... tumescence... when in spiritual congress with Him. I just go on and on about how much I love Him, and the next thing I know, it's 4:30 in the morning and I have a HUGE ERECTION! I just picture Him hanging up there on that cross, dying for my sins, me groveling at His feet, when a Roman Legionnaire runs up and pokes Him in the side with a spear, and His Hot Blood SQUIRTS ALL OVER MY FACE, INTO MY MOUTH, and runs DOWN MY CHIN!
I SIMPLY MELT! My knees begin to shake, my eyelids twitch, and I alternate abruptly between laughing and crying, and my ROCK HARD MEMBER stays with me for hours. I even went in to the emergency room last month to get checked for a PRIAPISM. The doctor asked how much Viagra I had taken, and I yelled IN HIS FACE: "NONE! VIAGRA IS FOR PERVERTS! I AM ROCK HARD FOR JESUS!" They sedated me and lanced my tallywhacker with a large needle, draining over a pint of blood before I took a well deserved nap, dreaming about Jesus the whole time.
In any case, I wanted to compare notes with other Men of Faith to see how you handle these situations. When I think of everything that Jesus went through on that cross, all because He loves me so, well... it's just nice to know that SOMEONE cares. This is, however, turning into a problem at Sunday services and during Wedneday Night Fellowship. Jesus tells me to just tuck it into my belt, and that's worked so far.
It's so great to finally be filled with the Holy Spirit after so many years of loneliness and silent desperation. It feels SO GOOD to be filled with so much abundant life! MY LIFE FINALLY HAS MEANING!
I have been spending a lot of time in prayer lately, deepening my personal relationship with Christ. Time just fades away, and the next thing I know, I've been up all night telling Jesus about my day, my hopes, my dreams... how much I appreciate him dying for a few days so I don't have to go to hell... He's like the friend I never had.
I would almost go as far as to say it's becoming a problem. As if a deep, personal connection with Jesus could EVER be a problem. As if incessant prayer could even be halfway construed as a negative. I'm even praying as I type this. What are a few missed meals, a few uncompleted chores, a few near misses in traffic, a few missed days in the office? It's all for the most IMPORTANT and WORTHWHILE thing any of us could occupy our time with: PRAYER.

Originally posted by THE WORD OF GOD
I SIMPLY MELT! My knees begin to shake, my eyelids twitch, and I alternate abruptly between laughing and crying, and my ROCK HARD MEMBER stays with me for hours. I even went in to the emergency room last month to get checked for a PRIAPISM. The doctor asked how much Viagra I had taken, and I yelled IN HIS FACE: "NONE! VIAGRA IS FOR PERVERTS! I AM ROCK HARD FOR JESUS!" They sedated me and lanced my tallywhacker with a large needle, draining over a pint of blood before I took a well deserved nap, dreaming about Jesus the whole time.
In any case, I wanted to compare notes with other Men of Faith to see how you handle these situations. When I think of everything that Jesus went through on that cross, all because He loves me so, well... it's just nice to know that SOMEONE cares. This is, however, turning into a problem at Sunday services and during Wedneday Night Fellowship. Jesus tells me to just tuck it into my belt, and that's worked so far.
It's so great to finally be filled with the Holy Spirit after so many years of loneliness and silent desperation. It feels SO GOOD to be filled with so much abundant life! MY LIFE FINALLY HAS MEANING!
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