But then, we read this:
It is not always easy to devote time for your spouse, Pastor Young admitted. Just three days into the sex challenge he said he was so tired after getting up before dawn to talk about the importance of having more sex in marriage that he crashed on the bed around 8 p.m. on Tuesday night.
Mrs. Young tried to shake him awake, telling her husband, “Come on, it’s the sex challenge.” But Mr. Young murmured, “Let’s just double up tomorrow,” and went back to sleep.
Check out the rest, here. The NY Times will probably require you to register. Some might seek assistance at Bugmenot, but that's up to you.
There are many things I dislike about monotheistic religion in general and loathe about pentecostalism in particular, but I only have heartfelt sympathy for people who have deliberately treated sex for years like a fertilization device to produce newer, better religious zealots--and are suddenly deciding that it's both fun and a source of wonderful intimacy. Kind of like using a winery you've let go to wreck among dampness and mildew for a century, only to expect it to turn out quality wine in a season. These things take time to recondition, you know. Perhaps the pastor could practice in private. Numerous assignations for Mr. Hand should help him unclog those rusty drains. Living is always hardest after you've embraced death in life. Let us all drop a tear for Reverend Young, and hope he gets his purple-headed warrior ready for a nice, refreshing series of trips to Tuna Town, and soon.
