A Poetic Reflection on Pornography
The bedroom shrine and the bathroom liturgy…
The bedroom shrine and the bathroom liturgy…
There was the wild night in Paraty dancing behind the Gecko Chill Bar, which ended with me running five miles barefoot along the river and collapsing on the front steps of a cathedral on the edge of town.
You’re still in high school, and no one else is being affected by your little secret, right? You think the struggle will fade away on its own eventually. You couldn’t be more wrong…
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.
Jesus promises us freedom from sin. The question is, what does He mean by freedom?
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.
Jesus doesn’t want you to quit looking at porn.
I found myself resisting the truth he was speaking with the same furor as I resist putting my hand in a flame.






