Disclaimer: this may or may not tick you off. I am in no way judging anyone so calm down a notch. I have no stones to throw nor the right to do so. I'm just stating what's on my heart.
Okay (deep breath) here goes....
Would I like to go watch very attractive men dance around half naked?
Yep. I'd probably like it a lot.
But in ten years if my daughter brings it home on red box, would I like THAT?
Nope. Not at all.
It's a bit of a double standard how we, as mothers, would freak if we found a playboy under our sons mattress, but parade around FB and our houses chanting 'Girls Night! Magic Mike! Girls Night! Magic Mike!'
Another point is how some of the same women who find it so shameful/disgusting/pig headed for men to go to strip clubs, think its perfectly fine to watch a male strip club via the big screen.
I would feel so belittled if my husband were to flaunt how he was about to have a guys night and go to see the latest movie where skin and boobs abound. Why do we not think this scenario has the same effect on our men?
It's a conviction I'm sharing. Do I think you're a bad person if you go see it? Nope. So once again, calm down. But if you're convicted or at least think about it, I'm glad.
It's when we reach the point of no conviction, that we're in serious trouble.
Peace out, try not to be too mad at me. I really do like you people :)
Friday, June 29, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Jump
2 Timothy 1:7 For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self discipline.
I hate fear.
I don't remember when it was, but not to long ago I was given a revelation from the Holy Ghost.
I was letting the spirit of fear roll me around like a pill bug when it hit me. Just a thought: you were never afraid of everyday things when you were out gallivanting around. You weren't living in fear when you got into cars with morons and such, or when you made really really really bad decisions. Why now. Why, when you are serving Me, are you suddenly afraid of a trip to the grocery store? It's dumb, really. Think about it.
So now I talk to myself. Out loud. I tell myself how ridiculous it is to live life that way. I think about the legacy I want to leave behind. I don't want it to be a legacy of fear and SELF preservation. I'm helping no one that way, least of all myself and family.
My Pastor believes that the fall of man happened in Gen 3:10 He replied, "I heard you walking in the garden, so I hid. I was afraid because I was naked."
Whether you agree with that or not at least consider this: God was walking in the garden knowing everything that had taken place and could have intervened the moment they both bit the fruit. But He didn't give them any consequence until after they had admitted that they were afraid.
Fear is a wall. A wall that keeps us out. Or in. It keeps us from anything and everything. When we experience fear, it's impossible to experience any other emotion at that moment.
When I was little and would want to jump off of something into my Dad's arms, my trust in him always outweighed my fears. If I was afraid even for a second, all I had to do was remember how big and strong he was, but more importantly, how much he loved me. And I'd jump. He was, and still is, a good daddy. Now I realize not everyone has a good daddy, but they do exist.
Life in Christ hasn't made my life any easier, and fear still tries to creep in daily. But now I have something to hold onto. Some say Christianity is a crutch, I can deal with that. I've tried walking alone, it sucks. Life in Christ means I don't walk alone, ever. If that's a crutch, I will proudly lean on it.
Leap into the bible. What's it gonna hurt? What are we afraid of? I would suggest starting in the New Testament.
1...2...3...Go
I hate fear.
I don't remember when it was, but not to long ago I was given a revelation from the Holy Ghost.
I was letting the spirit of fear roll me around like a pill bug when it hit me. Just a thought: you were never afraid of everyday things when you were out gallivanting around. You weren't living in fear when you got into cars with morons and such, or when you made really really really bad decisions. Why now. Why, when you are serving Me, are you suddenly afraid of a trip to the grocery store? It's dumb, really. Think about it.
So now I talk to myself. Out loud. I tell myself how ridiculous it is to live life that way. I think about the legacy I want to leave behind. I don't want it to be a legacy of fear and SELF preservation. I'm helping no one that way, least of all myself and family.
My Pastor believes that the fall of man happened in Gen 3:10 He replied, "I heard you walking in the garden, so I hid. I was afraid because I was naked."
Whether you agree with that or not at least consider this: God was walking in the garden knowing everything that had taken place and could have intervened the moment they both bit the fruit. But He didn't give them any consequence until after they had admitted that they were afraid.
Fear is a wall. A wall that keeps us out. Or in. It keeps us from anything and everything. When we experience fear, it's impossible to experience any other emotion at that moment.
When I was little and would want to jump off of something into my Dad's arms, my trust in him always outweighed my fears. If I was afraid even for a second, all I had to do was remember how big and strong he was, but more importantly, how much he loved me. And I'd jump. He was, and still is, a good daddy. Now I realize not everyone has a good daddy, but they do exist.
Life in Christ hasn't made my life any easier, and fear still tries to creep in daily. But now I have something to hold onto. Some say Christianity is a crutch, I can deal with that. I've tried walking alone, it sucks. Life in Christ means I don't walk alone, ever. If that's a crutch, I will proudly lean on it.
Leap into the bible. What's it gonna hurt? What are we afraid of? I would suggest starting in the New Testament.
1...2...3...Go
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