Yesterday I boarded my plane at Gatwick, London, heading for two weeks in Pathos, Cyprus. I had everything sorted, an aisle seat, flip flops, coffee, a Bill Hybels book on leadership, the latest Soul Survivor worship album plugged into my ears, and an ipod freshly updated with pod-cast’s and sermons I was eagerly waiting to listen to.

So there I was sitting in an Easy-Jet 747, flight number EZZE12, looking painfully like the perfect stereotype of a young middle class Christian leader. I think I even had a highlighter in my bag ready to illuminate any classic Hybels leadership wisdom! In that moment I thought I had everything sorted for a “God-centered” four and a half hours, but as usual I missed a bit of the point and God challenged me in a very different way.

Over the top of my book I noticed a guy a few seats ahead turning around to talk to the women who was sitting next to me, they obviously were together but due to the lack of Easy-Jet seat allocation, had been split up, but were making it pretty apparent to everyone in the rear of the plane that they pretty upset about it. And It became clear to me that “I was the solution,” and my seat offered the peace that, by now, the other passengers were looking for. All I had to do was offer my seat to the guy and everyone would be happy. I gave the situation another few seconds of thought and then turned Tim Hughes up a bit and turned the page.

This continued for an hour or so, until the women turned to me and asked me if I would mind moving, and of course, now I had been asked, of course I wouldn’t mind. And I even joked a little that “I had thought of offering it an hour ago!” Her response then completely stopped me in my tracks. She said “Why didn’t you then?” To which of course I didn’t have a response other than to make a kind of awkward embarrassed face at her.

Something hit home in that moment, I was so wrapped up with my christian book, my christian worship album, my coffee and flip flops that I missed the most simple way I could have demonstrated Christ’s love in such a basic way. What’s the point of reading leadership books if we can’t lead ourselves in very basic demonstrations of love. Maybe it’s just me, but i’m sure this applies to many of us. Let’s not let anything get to the point where someone turn’s to us and say’s “Why didn’t you then,” lets get in their first as Christ would have done.

Hmmm, I gotta see this, I think to myself. This is not because I’m a bored, lonely “housewife” but because growing up in the church “Hot” Christian Singles – especially of the female species – were something akin to a Sasquatch sighting. People claimed to have seen one, but it was rare and largely unconfirmed. Of course, Sasquatch probably is a poor choice of comparison given the similarities it also shared with the actual Christian singles I knew.

“Hey, Ron did you go to the Sunday night service?” A friend would ask.

 ”Uh, no. My dad wanted to watch Chips, but it was just a rerun. Why?”

 ”Ah Crap!” they would reply with less-than subtle disappointment. “Raymond said there was this totally hot chick sitting in the third row last Sunday night.”

“Ya, right. Raymond thinks Liza Minelli’s hot.” Further undermining Raymond’s credibility was his exclusive use of sweatpants in his daily wardrobe and the excessive amount of time he spent in front of something called a computer. “Besides, if there really was a hot chick at church she was probably either someone’s relative visiting to be nice, or she’s Catholic.”

At that age and with my level of spirituality, I was convinced of two basic premises when it came to Catholics. They weren’t really true Christians, and all girls of that faith between the ages of 14 & 21 were smoking hot babes outfitted in sexy plaid school uniforms which they wore constantly except when showering. I’ve since recanted on both beliefs.

 Now, in the event you are reading with a certain indignation over the fact that your Christian wife is totally hot, then allow me to apologize along with offering my congratulations. My wife is one smoldering Christian babe too, and, like you, we met under totally normal circumstances. (okay, so it was me spending a ridiculous amount of time in front of something internet dating). It’s not my intent to insult anyone.

 My premise, however, is not that sexiness and faith are mutually exclusive. Heaven forbid (No, really. Heaven forbid). The day a supermodel turns her life over to Jesus, God does not in turn beat her with an ugly stick to the point she could scare buzzards off a meat wagon. Rather, the idea of fronting single Christians with such sensual undertones seems to me, well, a bit ironic given the command to avoid fornicating (ancient word for ‘getting busy), and save yourself for marriage.

 What’s next? Adult Faith Finder - the only Internet dating site where Christians can find a long-term relationship, a “faith-buddy” or just a one-night fast.

Ron Mattocks is a freelance writer who contributes to various publications and blog sites. Raised in the church in western Pennsylvania, he later went on to be a military officer and business executive before writing. He lives in Houston, Texas with his wife and five kids and maintains the blog Clark Kent’s Lunchbox talking about parenting, faith and life from a man’s perspective. He can be reached at rmattocks@yahoo.com