Sexual Insanity
Her beautiful face is hardened into a mask and set by empty eyes, crying. As I focus on one long tear coursing down, I see the artisan lifting, again, the hand that sculpted this girl's once innocent face by the chisel of emotional pain. The artist's name, Sexual Deviance and Perversion.
The artist sells his work to the sexually insane. Those who are twisted inside by that which satisfies them in self-and-other-degradation. They inflict their shameless shame upon the innocent; and inflict them with the soul killing pain of selling self for dark pleasure and monetary gain. These who were long ago broken inside can find no rest or satisfaction but in the shattering of the innocence of others. They find temporary but deep fulfillment in twisting younger hearts in soul-killing pain. Each would turn back now but the way has been blocked and all within are condemned. The entrance is bolted; and all here are trapped and can only move deeper within.
Many began this decent into sexual devience and depravity vicariously. Possibly, it seemed to be innocent enough as a diversion when viewed safely upon computer and television screen. As long as it remained hidden, it seemed that it would hurt no one. Just as drugs entice by killing pain and enhancing pleasure, so too does sexual voyeurism cure the boredom of an easy modern life. As the promise of drugs grows sour and their strangle-hold sets in, requiring more and more for the same lift, so too does pornography continually demand further deviance to provide the same level of escape. The fantasy world of sex normalizes the perverse and makes hum-drum the natural affection of a man and a woman. Soon many find themselves living in that fantasy world of sexual perversion as they leave normal relations far behind. Most embrace the drugs also as one feeds and then soothes the other.
The individual sinks slowly into sexual sin and our nation also has been cooked slowly, as the frog in the kettle, in the soup of the sixties sexual revolution. The Pandora's Box that was opened then still is not shut today. We tolerate more as our families are decending into Chaos.
Some of us seek to stop this tide of self-and-other-degradation by refusing to look and to watch. It isn't enough to simply close our eyes when our children, in eighth grade health, spent third hour putting condoms on bananas. Even when God's people don't look and don't participate, God can't look down upon us without seeing that which the majority no longer even attempt to hide. He sees us sexualizing our children en mass and I know that He cries. He cries for the children. For those who's young hearts are wizened too soon. For those who are born without parents committed to one another. He cries also for those who are killed because they were conceived inconveniently and sacrificed upon the altar of sexual desire.
We who are created to be the temples of God's Holy Spirit must not hide the Light that is in us. We must not close our eyes and cluster together, wringing our hands, hoping to hide where this vile degradation can't touch us. We can't hide our children from it and still remain in the world. Our hope is in Christ and the only hope for those whose sin has left them dead inside, is new life in Christ. We mustn't turn our backs in disgust but reach out with His Love to those He died to save. He came to save sinners and there is no one more relevant to our time and our need than Jesus.
All around us are those who have become sexually insane. They are lost in their sin and if we truly want this tide to turn, we must do more than complain that there are no movies for us to watch. If there is to be healing in our land then we must take part in the great commission that Christ Jesus left for us. We must take the gospel to a dying world. If we do not then soon our posh churches will be crumbling too and God will have no choice but to deliver our nation over to His Wrath.
We who were also once vessels set for God's wrath are now temples of the Living God. Let us live our lives before others in honoring our own temple through sexual fidelity, commitment, and love. Let us be bold in proclaiming Jesus to others who are now as we once were. May God send us revival and heal this desolate land.
The artist sells his work to the sexually insane. Those who are twisted inside by that which satisfies them in self-and-other-degradation. They inflict their shameless shame upon the innocent; and inflict them with the soul killing pain of selling self for dark pleasure and monetary gain. These who were long ago broken inside can find no rest or satisfaction but in the shattering of the innocence of others. They find temporary but deep fulfillment in twisting younger hearts in soul-killing pain. Each would turn back now but the way has been blocked and all within are condemned. The entrance is bolted; and all here are trapped and can only move deeper within.
Many began this decent into sexual devience and depravity vicariously. Possibly, it seemed to be innocent enough as a diversion when viewed safely upon computer and television screen. As long as it remained hidden, it seemed that it would hurt no one. Just as drugs entice by killing pain and enhancing pleasure, so too does sexual voyeurism cure the boredom of an easy modern life. As the promise of drugs grows sour and their strangle-hold sets in, requiring more and more for the same lift, so too does pornography continually demand further deviance to provide the same level of escape. The fantasy world of sex normalizes the perverse and makes hum-drum the natural affection of a man and a woman. Soon many find themselves living in that fantasy world of sexual perversion as they leave normal relations far behind. Most embrace the drugs also as one feeds and then soothes the other.
The individual sinks slowly into sexual sin and our nation also has been cooked slowly, as the frog in the kettle, in the soup of the sixties sexual revolution. The Pandora's Box that was opened then still is not shut today. We tolerate more as our families are decending into Chaos.
Some of us seek to stop this tide of self-and-other-degradation by refusing to look and to watch. It isn't enough to simply close our eyes when our children, in eighth grade health, spent third hour putting condoms on bananas. Even when God's people don't look and don't participate, God can't look down upon us without seeing that which the majority no longer even attempt to hide. He sees us sexualizing our children en mass and I know that He cries. He cries for the children. For those who's young hearts are wizened too soon. For those who are born without parents committed to one another. He cries also for those who are killed because they were conceived inconveniently and sacrificed upon the altar of sexual desire.
We who are created to be the temples of God's Holy Spirit must not hide the Light that is in us. We must not close our eyes and cluster together, wringing our hands, hoping to hide where this vile degradation can't touch us. We can't hide our children from it and still remain in the world. Our hope is in Christ and the only hope for those whose sin has left them dead inside, is new life in Christ. We mustn't turn our backs in disgust but reach out with His Love to those He died to save. He came to save sinners and there is no one more relevant to our time and our need than Jesus.
All around us are those who have become sexually insane. They are lost in their sin and if we truly want this tide to turn, we must do more than complain that there are no movies for us to watch. If there is to be healing in our land then we must take part in the great commission that Christ Jesus left for us. We must take the gospel to a dying world. If we do not then soon our posh churches will be crumbling too and God will have no choice but to deliver our nation over to His Wrath.
We who were also once vessels set for God's wrath are now temples of the Living God. Let us live our lives before others in honoring our own temple through sexual fidelity, commitment, and love. Let us be bold in proclaiming Jesus to others who are now as we once were. May God send us revival and heal this desolate land.
3 Comments:
Your style carries a gritty depiction of how great a burden sexual sin is. You are very indirect in the way you describe it, and that makes your writing very powerful.
I have to wonder ... how is it that a creature with a short life find meaning in the brief act of sex? How can such a creature say, "Now, my life has meaning. How prepared I am for the moment when death finds me?". But we have only prepared appearances ... But I ask myself these questions and not the world.
I think the world looks for meaning in the power sex can hold over others. The problem is that the power can only be held through self-degridation and is only an illusion.
I have to admit that I long for days when people were more private about sex. I hate thinking about what my 3 year old grandson has already seen and what he already knows about. There is no protecting children from it unless you keep them at home all the time with no t.v. We have become a very vulgar culture.
Yes, we are all so cultivated, cultured, cultic. The thing we do not know is what it means to live.
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