More than anything else, I would argue the vast majority of day-to-day conflict is caused by misunderstanding.
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Christians are good at a lot of things. The scientist who came up with the Big Bang theory, several of the greatest composers of all time, and the guy who invented Domino’s Pizza – all Christians. We’re a talented bunch. But when it comes to talking about sex, there’s one thing Christians suck at: analogies.
Recently I found myself sitting on a couch, listening to a couple of friends discussing the idea of marriage. Neither friend took what could be called a “traditional” view of marriage and it was probably mere moments before I began raining my Catholic opinion down upon them like the ten plagues of Egypt.
I’ve never understood the term “hopeless romantic.” I always thought it sounded like a bit of an oxymoron. Romance was exciting. It was intimate. It was creative and at times, it was deeply challenging. Romance was a lot of things. But it certainly wasn't hopeless.