Man, I’ve had a blast prepping for this series.

I’ve preached on relationships, sex and love enough that I could probably do a 5 week series on the topics without even studying. These are the number one subjects people request me to speak about when I’m on the road. I could literally do it in my sleep. Ok, that was a misuse of literally. I could not literally do it in my sleep. I could figuratively do it in my sleep.
I could literally do it without trying very hard.

But I didn’t want to do that.

I love Elevation Church too much, and am way too passionate about this stuff to reheat my spiritual leftovers and serve them up lukewarm.

So I put together a sharp little creative team a few weeks ago and we started from scratch. We came up with an extremely fun framework, and then I started hammering out the content.

I opened a fresh MS Word document and forced myself to come at these topics from new directions and fresh angles.
I’ve been filling my well with as many sermons and books on love and sex as I could possibly digest in the last 4 weeks.

And I’ve been praying and thinking a lot about what to stress and how to present.
God wants to save marriages, present and future, over the next 5 weeks.
He wants to set young ladies free from guilt and insecurity.
He wants to set young men free from cowardice and secret addiction.
He wants to teach parents how to kick cultural myths in the teeth.
He wants us to reclaim sexuality for His glory.
This is heavy stuff.

The result is that I’ve got 5 messages that I can’t wait to preach.
I’ve got more to say than I can possibly get across in 5 sermons.
There won’t be a dull moment.
There will be some discussion to make all of our faces turn red.
We’re going to push the envelope and get it all out in the open.

Elevators, you’ve got to bring friends this Sunday.
I’ve got a lot to say, and a big surprise…

Oh, and speaking of sexy, I had a hot date with a dang sexy church member last night for Valentines Day.
We ate shrimp cocktail, flounder, stone ground grits, sugar snap peas, and a something called a chocolate dome (ok, I ate the chocolate dome, Holly mainly watched) at our Valentine restaurant for 5 years running, Mickey and Mooch.

And for the 8th straight year, I brought Holly her Valentine’s Chic-fil-A breakfast biscuit.
Yes, I’m the man.
Yes, I’m bragging.
Them other boys don’t know how to act…

Then we wrapped things up by watching Nick at Nite’s latest and greatest weeknight addition, featuring Alan Thicke and one of Christianity’s favorite 80s sitcom celebrities.
Can anybody name that show?

Good stuff.