Pour Out Your Guts
“I want someone to worship me,” said Allen…
“I want someone to worship me,” said Allen…
We can each name half a dozen songs about being alone in a crowded room, or maybe while sitting next to a lover, but is that really loneliness?
There’s something I think a lot of Christians struggle with talking about. And it’s not because it’s necessarily shameful like pornography or revolting like racism. It’s just simply confusing and perhaps a little awkward.
it’s not as much about her suntanned body
as it is
the sunshine that shoots from her eyes
I found myself resisting the truth he was speaking with the same furor as I resist putting my hand in a flame.
At first glance, it seemed like a typical crucifix painting. There hung Jesus on the cross, bleeding and ashamed.
But then you looked a little lower.
Your body was in my arms but you were not.
Many of you at one point or another will have a friend come to you and confess that once again, they have given in to the demonic machine of pornography, and it helps to have a response ready. Here are some traits I have seen that helped me when I confessed to others. They did not shame me, but they did not let the sin go unacknowledged either.
“I shouldn’t have even come out here tonight,” she cried, shivering in Chicago’s winter. Maggie had come out tonight looking for a hookup.




