. . . . "Me and Mrs. Jones"
I heard it on the radio yesterday.
I hate it.
Billy Paul sang it. And now Michael Buble has a version of it.
I hate it.
It's about an extramarital affair.
Since I'm thinking of weddings and marriages these days I thought I'd talk about this business of affairs.
(It's my blog - I get to talk about what I want.)
In the recent past - and in the faraway past - I've known people who have been devastated by affairs. The people who have the affairs are not the ones I'm talking about (though they usually end up devastated, too) ...I'm talking about the people left in the aftermath.
... the people left confused, swirling around not knowing how to 'be'.... (and sometimes even having to answer to those who blame them for not forgiving).
Ah but let me say this: I think no one is immune from committing adultery.
(No one is immune from anything, I think.)
(Yeah, I think we can all be pretty wretched deep down.)
Ah, but how does an affair start?
A flirt ... or someone looking at you a little longer than normal?
Is that how it starts?
However it starts, stop it.
DON'T GO THERE.
AND IF YOU'RE TEMPTED TO GO THERE - OR YOU'VE STARTED TO GO THERE - STOP-- AND TURN AROUND.
I could say more but I won't.
Whoa. This blog is usually upbeat.
Well, I'll end it with good news....
We have a Savior.
When we're out drowning in the sea of awfulness, we don't have to be good enough to be saved.... Jesus comes down the ladder of our trying to be good enough ... and he saves us.
WHAT A PROFOUND RELIEF.
(I know, I used two metaphors that may not have worked together.....(drowning and ladder) .. oh well.... IT'S STILL A PROFOUND RELIEF. !!!!!!!!!)