I've been absent from this poor, little blog for so long. More on that later, but for now--
some things are just worth breaking blog silence for.
This may make you upset.
And that's not an apology--just a warning.
We have a problem.
It's called pornography.
Someone just blushed.
Someone just stopped reading.
Someone rolled their eyes.
Someone just starting cursing a man (men) they know.
But I'm not even talking about them.
I'm talking about us. women. sisters. girls.
I'm talking about you.
A flip got switched in 2012 and what we hate for men to look at suddenly became acceptable for women. I heard a male, fm radio show host comment a few days ago on how completely confused he is by the whole thing. He was even a little offended that what he's gotten in trouble for, women are lining up down sidewalks in broad daylight to buy tickets for. He doesn't understand what's going on.
And neither do I.
But it's so sad.
Saying you're watching Magic Mike for the "great storyline" is just as bad as a man saying he's reading Playboy for the articles. You're reading 50 Shades of Grey because it's well-written? No. You're not.
You're watching things like Magic Mike and reading things like 50 Shades because they call out to a fleshly desire, saying, "We can help. We can meet your need."
But you know what?
It won't help.
It won't meet your need.
It can only get worse.
Unless your need meets Jesus.
And then He helps.
He meets needs.
He removes shame.
He restores innocence.
He transforms desires.
"Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need." Hebrews 4:16