Bosom Friends in a Homosexual Culture

The other day my husband's buddy was texting me details about this "guys' movie night" they were
planning, and I told this friend that it was ALL I could do to not make some stupid "man date"
comment. He baited me though. Told me that he moved a "love seat" to his basement, and the
next thing I knew I was texting back, "leave room for the Holy Spirit!"

*face palm*

It's strange, that even I, as a well-formed, pretty secure Christian, have trouble separating myself
from a culture that promotes and supports homosexual behavior. It's like I am weirded-out or something
by the idea of a man (or woman) having an intimate, obviously non-homosexual, relationship with
another man (woman). I feel like my own brain has been tapped and warped
- with the ideas of true, deep friendship being distorted.

Because obviously girls can't be friends with girls without something funny going on.

Makes me a little crazy. Culture, you will NOT have your way with me.
Because I am a woman who believes in the "Davids & Jonathans" of this world.

"After David had finished talking with Saul, Jonathan became one in spirit with David, and he loved
him as himself. From that day Saul kept David with him and did not let him return home to his family.
And Jonathan made a covenant with David because he loved him as himself. Jonathan took off the robe
he was wearing and gave it to David, along with his tunic, and even his sword, his bow and his belt."
- 1 Samuel 18:1-4

My husband and I were talking recently about how important, even needed, it is for us to have rich
friendships with people of the same sex. We seem to have this innate need, desire, to be loved, affirmed,
supported, cheered-on by members that share our gender.

I think we all know as women that "You look great!" - coming from a man means a lot,
but those words coming from a woman that we admire, look up to, trust... mean a whole lot more.

Having someone that understands OUR world so intimately (manhood, womanhood, fatherhood,
motherhood) to hold our hand, our heart, as we finish this journey here on earth is a priceless craving
that is beautiful when satisfied.

I didn't think anything of it growing up. I have three sisters and we always played with each others'
hair, rubbed each others' backs, cuddled in each others' beds. We held hands, got ready in the same
bathroom, and just LIVED, as if it were normal - a rich, intimate experience with each other.

Now, I find myself walking through the mall with my sister and wonder if people think we are
a "couple" having a baby together or something. Once again, *face palm*.

I swear I'm not twelve.

Recently one of my best friends from college came to visit me and it did my heart SO MUCH GOOD!
Truly a kindred spirit, another sister, another intimate experience in a same-sex relationship that
enriches my life, makes me a better woman. The world might smirk and suggest that there is "more"
going on than meets the eye, but that's only because it doesn't remember and wants to distort
the beauty of intimacy found when man meets man or woman meets woman.

Makes sense though. So often the most beautiful, noble, natural ideas that God has instilled,
created for us to enjoy and live out here in our human experience are mutilated and propagated with
a twisted agenda. And we all become a little uncomfortable. Which is why I probably make stupid
"man date" comments - even when I KNOW the TRUTH and WANT my own husband to have
"David and Jonathan" experiences!!! Heck, I want (need!) the female version of that!

I am a woman who believes in the "Anne Shirleys and Diana Barrys" of this world."

"Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think.
It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world." - L.M. Montgomery

So I'm reminding myself to LIVE in this world, but NOT be of it.
The world can take it's skewed ideology and stupid "man date" jokes and just... you know.

Remember the intended beauty. Seek the intended beauty. Live the intended beauty.

Long live, bosom friends.