Long heralded as a hero to Christian singles (though never by us), Rebecca St. James has finally seen the light! The old spinster repented of her single ways, logged on to getyoked.net, and found a husband – eastern Kentucky firefighter Steve “Hud” Garvey.

“It wasn’t until I heard Dr. Rosenberger and his video blogs that I realized, hey, I’ve been living a lie. Being abstinent while single is cool – but being single really isn’t. I look forward to being married and having a family, and to teaching them that marriage is a commandment, not an option.”

Garvey is looking forward to the nuptials as well, though he confesses, “I don’t know about her cooking. She never heard of grits ’til she met me.”

St. James and Garvey will be married in Nashville at a private ceremony next month. The couple plans to register at Crate and Barrel, Macy’s, and Bass Pro Shops.

Hud Garvey

Hud Garvey

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Rebecca Saint James

Rebecca Saint James


















APRIL FOOLS! Sorry folks, we did not receive any confirmation of this rumor, it is a joke…for now.

There’s a new evil infiltrating my college age Sunday School class. This past weekend, I overheard three beautiful young women discussing a certain upcoming holiday, one that celebrates everything this website is about. But these young women had a very distorted new name for the sacred holiday of St. Valentine: Singles Awareness Day.



It seems that what was once a celebration of love (not to mention OBEDIENCE to God’s command to marry!) has become an occasion for rebellious, pathetic singles to band together in celebration of their sinfulness. Young women and men go out not with the opposite sex but with their own kind in defiance of society’s clear mandate to pair up and propagate. Call it whatever you want, Anti-Valentines Day, Singles Awareness Day. It think it can be summed up in 3 initials: S-A-D.

It seems to be the way of the world, that people no longer are content to dwell in their sin but celebrate it. My girls got a good talking to, believe me, for their Valentines plans, but it fell on deaf ears. “You don’t know what it’s like out there! There are no good men! Men lie! There’s no place to meet anybody.”

Poppycock! If you wanted to be obedient, you’d find a way. But since it’s unlikely you’ll be stepping out of your Singles Awareness Day black garments and putting down the broken heart cookies any time soon, let me offer some suggestions:

  1. Lower your standards! There are plenty of single men out there, even if they’re not all handsome young doctors. Take George, a young lad at my own church. Sure he has a face like a pepperoni and anchovy pizza, but he loves kids and man, can he bowl! Why hasn’t anyone snatched this young man up? SNOBS!
  2. Try older/younger options. There’s another fellow at our church, Kenneth, who’s fifty and single again after his wife left him for a luau instructor. Sure, he’s in three-a-week counseling and on so many meds he could run a pharmacy. But Kenneth has a lot of love to give, and he still wants a family. Can that hot guy at the video store say the same thing?
  3. Mail Order Brides. For heaven’s sake, there are so many websites where you can get foreign brides, there’s no excuse for being 21 and still single! Might I suggest picking up a girl from Asia, or the Middle East? While you’re starting a family, you can snatch a young lady from the jaws of Buddhism or Islam!
  4. For goodness sake, just ask someone out. You’d be amazed how many young people say, “Duh, I don’t know how to talk to people.” Bullpuckey! You all never shut up in my class. I KNOW you can talk. Just talk to a pretty girl. Or any girl for that matter.

Whatever you do, I urge you, just say NO to Singles Awareness Day. After all, a lifetime of marriage to a less than handsome guy beats an eternity in Hell.

As an important Christian writer in the early 21st century, nothing gratifies me more than to hear from one of you about how I made a difference in your life. Today I’d like to share an email I received from one of you, which shows that some singles are getting the message… even while others run the opposite direction:

Dear Prunella,

My name is Spud. I’m a forty years young man of God, 6 foot with brown hair (all mine) and a Bandit-style mustache. I’m writin to tell you how much you’re column means to me, as I go to a church where the singles just do not get the point of goin to singles group.



Take this past Sunday. The lesson was called “Why Am I Still Single?” When I heard the lesson title, I wanted to hop up on stage and deliver the message myself.

“I’ll tell you why their all still single. Their all COMPLETELY anti-social!”

These people is the most self-absorbed, hard to get people in the world. Not a darn one of them has a boyfriend or girlfriend, and not a darn one of them knows thats a problem! Thats not to say that each person is an island unto themselves. Far from it! Everyone is chums with everyone within their little group. They even accepted a couple new folks, so long as they agree with the group’s “core values.”

And what is this core value? I’ll tell you. They’re not there for a hook up; they’re there for Jesus. Singles bars are for hook ups, they tell me, not church. When they come together, they choose to study the word, donate their time to the community, and help in other church ministrys. They want us all to be brothers and sisters, united in “singleness and single purpose.”

Well excuse me, but just how the heck is a man like me supposed to find a Christian woman to raise my kids if I cant count on my church? I done my best to make friends with these people. I chatted up young women of all ages in the group, and their very nice… until I ask them if they wanna rent a movie and take it back to my place.

“That ain’t moral!” they says. “I just wanna go on a date!” I says. “You’re too absorbed in your quest to get married! Accept your singleness or you’ll never be happy!”

I finally come to realize that I really don’t want any woman what come from this loony bin. I’m hoppin round other churches, lookin for one that does singles groups right: all the meat market of a singles bar, with much less of the guilt. If that don’t work, I might just write that Denise girl I seen on the videos page, if she still ain’t hooked up.

Spud

Thanks for sharing, Spud. You go right ahead and email Denise, because she, like you, gets what those dopey singles at your church do not: one day, you’re going to be old, and what good is all that selfish single service to the Lord going to do you if you’re old AND alone?

Believe what you want; just know that there will be a lot of nice families in Heaven enjoying the Lord while all those lost singles mingle in Hell.

Appalling. There’s simply no other word for it except: appalling. If Walt Disney (God rest his soul) were alive today, he’d be disgusted to see the anti-marriage propaganda happening on his air waves.



This past weekend my grandchildren asked me to turn on Handy Manny. Manny is a nice hispanic fellow who is single, but why he is single is never explained. He has a lovely young lady named Kelly at the Hardware Store who clearly likes him, but Manny seems almost asexual in his encounters with her. Even when another man shows up in the store (clearly a ploy by Kelly to get Manny to act the jealous type), he treats her with complete indifference. Makes you wonder what’s going on between him and all those talking tools.


If that weren’t bad enough, there’s Manny’s neighbor, Mr. Lopar, a pathetic middle-aged man who lives with his mother. Honestly, is anyone in Sheetrock Hills married? I see children playing in the park, so someone’s at least procreating. Thank goodness it’s only a cartoon, or I’d have some sleepless nights worrying if those children had mothers and fathers at home.

Even worse is Disney’s prized creation, Mickey Mouse. It had always been implied that Mickey and Minnie were actually married back in the day, but eighty years on that’s clearly not the case! Mickey is single living in a swinging bachelor pad (translation: den of sin) called the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. He models all the worst behavior of singles, inviting all his pals over, then once they show up, putting them to work doing him favors. “Will you help us find the dog that I lost because I’m an irresponsible mouse? Well hot dog!”

OH, and that Hot Dog dance is just the most shameful step I have ever seen. Mickey and the gang go dancing off at the end of each show doing the phalically-themed dance, leaving the Clubhouse behind for the clubs and debauchery. No, they don’t show that part, but it’s not a huge leap in logic to see where things are going

Shame on you, Disney. May God speed the day that medical technology is able to revive Walt’s frozen head. Judgment day is coming!

Fruit of the Spirit? Or a Salad of Sin?

They reenact the great stories of faith. They teach valuable lessons in morals and spiritual values. They sing silly songs that our kids sing along with. So what’s the matter with the Veggie Tales?

How about a complete lack of obedience when it comes to God’s command to get married.



I know you’ve watched their videos a hundred times, maybe even played with their toys. But did you ever stop to consider the example the Veggies set off camera? This writer has, and let me tell you… the things that I learned may shock you.

These are no veggies of virtue. Truth is, they’re more like a salad of sin, starting right at the top with Bob. Thoughtful, insightful straight man Bob is a saucy ladies man away from the garden set. Bob bounces from relationship to relationship faster than a basketball dribbled by Pistol Pete Maravich. And Bob likes ‘em young! Recent reports have the tomato dating Lindsay Lohan, Mandy Moore, Ashley Olsen, and most recently Jessica Simpson. I tried to find out who he is currently dating, but it’s just so hard to catch up. The ladies call Bob a real sweet talker, but when it comes to commitment, ha! Forget it.

One might expect similar behavior from funny man Larry the Cucumber, but Larry has an equally disturbing legacy. The product of a one parent family, Larry never learned how to treat women thanks to the complete absence of a father-cucumber. Thus, girls that date Larry end up in a pickle, deciding whether to stick it out with a mani depressive veggie or move on to greener guys.

Most disturbing is the buzz I hear about the French Peas. These wild party boys from the Riviera are known to fly off to Southeast Asia for weeks at a time, gambling their hard-earned money on life or death cage fighting matches. They’ve even been known to party til the wee hours of the morning with Joran Van Der Sloot in Aruba!
Perhaps you’re saying to yourself, their private lives don’t matter, so long as it doesn’t hurt my kids. But let me tell you two kids they have hurt: Katie Carrot and Junior Asparagus.

To begin with Katie has no sense of self-esteem. She, like Bob, bounces from relationship to relationship in search of acceptance, finding heartache and empty promises in the arms of losers. She was recently spotted at a Hollywood club, partying with the Coreys, allegedly going steady with Feldman.

Junior’s an even sadder case. The product of a loving family and godly parents, Junior’s association with non-committal adult figures like Bob and Larry has had the greater impact. We all remember when poor Violet Parr (aka The Invisible Girl of the Incredibles super hero family) checked herself into the Betty Ford Center after a rather unpleasant break-up with the little sprout!

What’s wrong with the Veggies can be cured with the same thing that will cure all the lonely hearts that come to this website: marriage. Binding covenant marriage is the only cure for straying tomatoes, manic cucumbers, and rioting peas. What’s more, it’s the only hope for their children. Here’s hoping Bob, Larry and the gang will teach their viewers – and themselves – another lesson in obedience to God before God strikes them all dead.


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