My life is in upheaval, in a good way. Tomorrow I head up to Granbury to help my grandmother move and will return to Conroe on the same day. Thursday I’m off to Austin to see Andie Redwine and catch my second screening of the sensational Paradise Recovered. Friday, I’ll be in Waco catching up with some amazing people and staying overnight until Saturday morning, when I will return home and pack my entire room for Baylor, because on Sunday I leave for the UK and don’t return until 18 August, the day after which I will drive to Baylor before classes start the following Monday. I have yet to pack, I’ve spent too much money on clothes, I don’t know where anything is, and the prospect of trying to situate wonderful guests post in a timely order for while I’m gone is about as daunting as writing something myself at this point. So I promised fiction today. It’s not happening. I intended to treat this week as normal. It’s not happening. So here’s the week: today’s post, Wednesday will not happen, Thursday may or may not happen, Friday will be the week in review and my farewell for now. All good? Right, then let’s talk about porn for a second …
I sent Lauren Lankford, editor of the sensational Good Women Project, my first of two planned guest posts yesterday. I won’t throw out too many of the details, but I will tell you that part of what it has to deal with is pornography and I want to tease out some of it here.
In planning that post for the past week and a half and scraping at the bottom of my soul to figure out what I wanted to say, I spent some time talking to a handful of women pretty frankly about pornography. I wanted to hear from them firsthand what they understood porn to be, what they thought of when it came to men who viewed it, and what their reactions were to the idea of it.
And I realized something I hadn’t quite understood before. Women don’t understand porn any more than the average guy does.
Why?
Because pornography isn’t about lust.
If it were mere lust, than it would fade like all other sins that manifest for a season and then give way to something else. Porn sticks with a guy, gets under his skin, roots in his heart. And the reason isn’t because it’s about gratifying his flesh. The reason is that pornography is ultimate affirmation without any responsibility.
An image can’t deny you, an image can’t make you support it. She’s always there, always available, always willing, and never says no. And she can be one or a thousand girls. All of them are, in turn, affirming you, making you feel powerful, making you believe that there’s not one bad thing about you. That’s the intoxication of pornography.
Porn’s power is in its ability to play as a trickster savior, to stand in the place of Christ as being the validator of a man’s soul.
So no woman can save a man from porn. She will never be pretty enough, she will never be sexy enough. It’s not about that. Porn is about dissatisfaction in a man’s heart and his desire to feel affirmed without the responsibility of being a man worth affirming.
Women, do the sisters a favor and stop betraying the sisterhood. When you willing compromise yourself in a relationship to try to hold onto a man who is more in love with his hand and a computer screen than you, you’re winning no battles and you’re not the only casualty in the crossfire. You deserve better. Don’t presume you can be something more and that will bring his interest back.
It won’t.
Porn has a power like few other sins do. It plants deep in a man’s heart and festers and rots until it hardens the very flesh of his soul. It takes Christ in full force and power to break a man from that evil. And don’t be fooled: it’s evil.
Evil is going on. And that’s the thing about porn.
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Update: You can check out more of what I have to say on this post on August 9th over at the GWP.
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