The Brotherhood of the Second Cross was established on Father’s Day 2005 where 160 men stood before their wives and children to pledge themselves to purity, self-sacrifice, loyalty, and excellence. Today, hundreds more have joined the commitment.
Currently, American theaters are offering a movie that many have labeled “pornography for women” At the same time, a book is topping the charts that reportedly crosses that same boundary, causing a significant reaction as thousands of copies are sold each day. While I’ve neither seen the movie, nor read the book, my concerns are heightened along with other Christians.
Yes, I’m concerned that women are being drawn into these forms of entertainment. Yes, I am concerned at how easily we carelessly open the doors of our minds to anything that can be called entertainment. And yes, I would gladly discourage anyone from such carelessness in their personal choices.
But there is something that concerns me even more. Men are even more careless.
Pornography rakes in billions of dollars each year, mostly from the purchases and unhealthy pursuits of men. Internet accessibility means no trips to a darkened bookstore are necessary in this culture, where the pursuit of unhealthy sexual appetite is fed more rapidly than can be achieved by any fast-food chain.
Sexual sin defiles the body. It destroys the mind. And it will ruin the relationships God designed for us to enjoy. Those who toy with sexual temptation, who allow it to run unhindered through their mind, soon find themselves in a relationship wasteland. Just as artificial ingredients destroy one’s taste for the best food, artificial satisfaction leaves its user damaged and unable to enjoy the beauty God intended. Only a determined choice to stay clear of such things can bring health and healing to your heart.
Christians who dabble with such things do so uttering the “it’s not a big deal” mantra. Yet the billions spent every year and the rising levels of divorce and dysfunction beg to differ. “Everybody’s doing it,” didn’t fly with my mom and it doesn’t sound any smarter now. Guys, walk away, log off, throw away, stay clear, or take any other form of evasive action necessary to rid your life of such putrid aroma.
Yes, I hate the seeds that Magic Mike-type movies and books like Fifty Shades of Grey sow into the culture and into the mind. But the seeds are far more rampant than we want to admit or get angry about. Frankly, the only way to slow the supply of such things is to decrease the demand. None of us can accomplish that on our own, but we can make a statement like Joshua of old, “As for me and my house…”