thoughts after reading "a grief observed"

"I need Christ, not something that resembles Him."
-C.S. Lewis

I think that this is the tragic flaw, the pitfall if you will, of the young Christian women of my generation. We fall in love not with the Creator, but with the creation. We fall in love with the "idea" of a man. We place the man, the creation, upon a pedestal and expect him to provide the perfection we desire. I think that we, young Christian women, are in desperate need of a reality check. To expect that because a man is Christian, he is without flaw, never to be rebuked, never to be assisted when he stumbles is not only ignorant and unrealistic, it is dangerous. There is nothing more dangerous than to ignore the reality that God has set before us.

We are flawed, we are not now, what we should have been. We are fallen, we have come away from what we were.

Women of Christ. Daughters of God. Chosen ones of the Most Holy. Only one man will ever satisfy you. Only one man will ever know you inside and out. Only one man will ever give you what you need. Only one man will ever fulfill you.

Jesus Christ.

Friends. We must love the Creator before we can love the creation.