Porn: Love Yourself
I’ve spent a lot of time telling other people Jesus loves them without believing it to be true of myself…
I’ve spent a lot of time telling other people Jesus loves them without believing it to be true of myself…
There is an element of my struggle with porn that is both so evident and so deep-seated, I haven’t opened up about it much…
I remember the all-consuming enticement as my brain would start to wander to porn, the primal sensation of lust as it drove me to my computer screen….
The piece wasn’t meant to be a funny satire, but I realized that there is a real weight to the sexual brokenness of our world that should not be trivilaized.
Imagine that you’re on trial for murdering 100 people. The judge orders you to a life sentence of being beaten and tortured until the day you die…
A few months ago, TMZ broadcasted to the world that “Ethan the Shirtless Runner is the new Tim Tebow…HE’S A VIRGIN!” and people went wild. Some accused me of being a prude. Many assumed I was gay. But for some reason, I remained silent on my reasons for waiting until marriage to park the car in the garage.
Jesus promises us freedom from sin. The question is, what does He mean by freedom?
I prefer a theology that pulls your hair behind your ears when you’re drunk (again) because it loves you as you are, not as you should be.
Literally everyone hates this word. Whoever made it up should be removed from society because it’s so gross. Maybe its just the action behind it, but still.
Whenever I see a sunset, I always try to pinpoint the place in the sky where the pink stops and the blue takes over. What I’ve come to find is that you can’t. There is no single point.





