I’ve got an evangelical friend, we’ll call her Gabriella. Gab and I didn’t go to college together, but we did spend our first years teaching together. Those years were hard; we leaned on each other for moral uplift in a district that, at the time, was failing all peoples involved. Of all the friends I have, Gabriella is really a jewel and I love her so–and miss her–so much!
She lives a couple of states away, and I”m still trucking it out in the great state of Missouri
What makes my friend Gabby so interesting is that while she is a conservative evangelical christian, she also makes no apologies for her use of birth control; and why should she? She has her religion and then she has her common sense her, well, she has a perspective that makes sense.
“Why would I want children right now,” she says. “My husband and I haven’t even been married for five years! I’d like to spend some time with him, travel with him, love only him for a while. And then, perhaps, kids.
Of course other family members don’t quite see it that way. Marriage get
s you sex, sex gets you kids–and gets me grandkids! But my friend stands her ground: my choice, my time. Until then, Gabby and her hubby frolic in their love den with the best baby inhibitor’s that science has made!
I teaser her about the whole “be fruitful and multiply” mantra that so easily falls off the evangelical tongue these days. I am told simply that she loves god, and she loves life; in balancing both her fruitfulness will simply have to wait.
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This is the birth of the moderate christian, and its a beautiful birth to see indeed. How often do get to see a group of faith-believing young people say, aloud, we love god, but this just doesn’t make sense for us right now. We aren’t Atheist, but we don’t want to follow this rule right now, and that doesn’t make us bad.
I’m proud of those Christians who keep their faith while recognizing some of the less attractive parts of the faith as well. This is how a faith evolves, matures, tempers.
If god won’t let a parent into heaven for waiting to be a better mom or dad, for choosing to cultivate a strong marriage before adding children to the mix, then that God isn’t making a whole lot of sense.


