Rubbing off on You

I have no big plans for this labor day weekend, and I’m loving it. My life has been on overdrive for the last few weeks, so the idea of being able to do whatever I want to do is appealing on so many levels.

I could just get on my bike and ride. Or I could just go out for a leisurely coffee. I could even just sit in my chair and stare at the wall for a few hours, meditating on the beauty of having to be nowhere and do nothing.

My time off technically doesn’t begin until after church tomorrow, but in my mind, I’m already on a mini vacation.

To prove that, I watched “Extra” with Mario Lopez for 10 minutes yesterday afternoon. Who doesn’t need some brain candy once in a while? But I got quickly disgusted by the top story of the day.

I will spare you the details, but I will make this comment on the story: you become who you hang out with.

It’s true. It’s probably particularly true in dating. You date a preppie, you’ll slowly start wearing Ralph Lauren shirts. You date a tattoo artist, well, it’s inevitable, you will end up getting a tattoo. You date a Christian, and it’s very likely that you’ll either break up or have a come to Jesus moment. My ex fiancé is dating a Latina, and I swear I saw him salsa dancing on facebook. Not that I stalk him or anything. I seriously don’t. I’m just making a point.

My faithful Blog readers already know that I’m not into online dating (although I may be holding that stance more and more loosely by the minute), but I’ll add this to my list of preferences: I’m not into missionary dating.

I know, I know, your uncle Fred became a Christian after marrying your Christian Aunt Mildred, but as a general rule, missionary dating is no man’s land. It has to do with oxen and yokes and all that jazz (check it for yourself in 2 Corinthians 6:14-19).

But what I’d like to focus on as a concluding point to this rather light blog post today is this thought: Do not be deceived: Bad company ruins good morals (I Corinthians 15:33).

It doesn’t matter if you’re a famous actor or a stunt motorcycle driver, and it doesn’t matter if you’re the representative for UNICEF, you become who you hang out with.

So….who are you hanging out with these days?

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