Plus, in daily life, most Christians will come across far more non-Christian dating potentials than devoted Christian ones. And, in a way, it may even be logical with all the confusion and droughts we’ve talked about.I told myself spending time with Jake and his buddies was harmless fun, maybe even God’s answer to my prayer for more non-Christian friends with whom to share my faith.That is, until Jake asked me to join his family and friends for a weekend at a rented beach house. Suddenly my relationship with Jake didn’t seem casual anymore.At a friend’s wedding, I spied him in his dark suit and preppy glasses and was internally gleeful when I noticed later that he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.
After reading Jake’s email, I felt giddy with the excitement of having someone interested in me – and guilty that Jake still didn’t know the biggest part of what makes me me: Jesus Christ.As I spent time one-on-one with Jake, I discovered he was easy to talk to, intelligent, devoted to his family – and, as I suspected, a non-Christian. But I was drawn to this cute charmer who was showing interest in goody-two-shoes me!In the weeks that followed, Jake and I exchanged flirty emails and occasionally hung out with his friends.Sitting there in the church basement with friends and family, I enjoyed chatting with this funny, talkative, well-dressed man.So when Jake asked if he could call me sometime, I gave him my telephone number and did a mental dance of joy.For some inexplicable reason, Jake still intrigued me.Several days later, Jake asked me to meet him for coffee.I figured I needed more info to make the right decision, and sent a breezy email to Jake asking about the weekend sleeping arrangements and whether or not there would be lots of drinking.He replied that while there might be some drinking, I wouldn’t have to be involved.What was most difficult to understand was how Emily, a strong Christian, could fall for such an obvious, easy-to-avoid temptation.Eight years later, during a year-and-a-half dating drought, the situation didn’t seem quite so simple anymore – especially with Mr. It was ironic that I met this guy, Jake, at a church.