I’m a Woman and I Struggle with Porn (Guest Post)
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….
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.
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?
Recently, however, I decided that I’m done waiting until marriage…
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.
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.
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.
According to legend, when an Ancient Greek died, his friends and relatives did not examine his possessions or his wealth. They did not judge his life based on his merits, his achievements, or his social status. They asked only one question…






