My dad, Pastor Jim, is a well-known preacher here in Dallas and has always been adamant about image.

So, like the good, moral man I was raised to be, I have tried to keep my nose pretty clean.

Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), I had never been too curious about sex. Even at age twenty-six, I’m still bashful about it. Growing up, I was taught that sex was a modest act — something done behind closed doors between husband and wife under the covenant of God. My entire lifestyle was molded to fit that perspective. Lust was sinful, and I wanted no part of it. That is, until I noticed the new girl in the choir at the 9:30 service.

That Sunday morning I watched her from across the pews as my dad led the sermon. She was beautiful. I did the same thing the following Sunday, and the Sunday after... Read More