Okay, so I don’t think I’ve posted quite 1,393,211 times about The Hot Pastor that I am allowed to spend the night with. Every. Single. Night. But a picture is worth a thousand words, right? Today, however, couldn’t go by without me mentioning just how hot I find The Pastor to be. Don’t get you’re pantyhose in a knot. I’m allowed, nay encouraged (Song of Solomon seems to encourage it anyways), to elaborate on the hotness of my pastor because he’s mine. You might dig a man in uniform or in chaps… and I can’t blame you for that but I don’t know… I for one am quite partial to this clerical collar thing we’ve got goin’ on. I find him quite fetching in it.
He’s about to go and officiate a wedding this evening so today I thank God for marriage. I’m thankful for marriage in general because, well it’s a fabulous institution and I’m happily institutionalized and plan to remain that way forever or as close to forever as possible. And I’m thankful for our particular marriage because not only is my pastor totally hot, he is someone that I respect… not because of his piety or because he is always so good all of the time (he’s not.) But because he’s just a man (who happens to be hot), a man who messes up, who needs forgiveness and apologizes frequently, who offers forgiveness for the many ways in which I screw up and fail, and mostly because he desires for God to truly be sanctifying him, through and through, no matter how long it takes. And lastly I’m thankful for the marriage of these folks he’s marrying tonight because it means that today he looks like this:
And that makes me really happy. On a temporal level.
I’m sticking with him for the long haul.
But for right now… all I can say is Hubba Hubba. Somebody fetch me a fan and some smelling salts…. for I believe I’m going to……