Thursday, August 14, 2014

Are You Kidding?

No, I don't watch Game Of Thrones, or anything close to it. Why? It's porn. I'm a man like any other man, and frankly, not many understand moments of weakness as well as I do. But consider it in the abstract, of itself, in this moment, under no unique duress: "Do I really want to see other people naked, having sex?" No, man.

Let's be frank, though: If you counted the moments in a day where you had a thought, or even half a thought about sex, you might begin to feel embarrassed. We are human, after all. And disordered, at that. But if I'm completely honest, I don't want sex, per se; I want love. Granted, those things are not mutually exclusive, by the mercy of God. In marriage, ordained by God, a smorgasbord of good things come together under this one thing, elevated by Christ to the dignity of a sacrament of the New Covenant.

I think some Christians like to believe they can watch edgier stuff, just so they can say, "I can watch the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show without lusting; what's your problem" as if there's bonus points for being a flippin' idiot, and (somehow) not killing your soul. It's not a spiritual frat-party, Johhny-Bob, and you're being dumb and prideful.

St. Josemaria Escriva wouldn't even stay in the same house where a woman was staying, because he knew his own potential for weakness. When we mess with these "near occasions of sin," we just hurt ourselves, and sin against God.

In the end, it's Jesus you have to look in the eye. Don't do things to put yourself in harm's way intentionally. Let's try to do that.

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