The Breast Advice I can Give

Today's sermon was about how the Christians' job is to prepare the bride of Christ for their eventual marriage. It was a very cool concept. Think for yourself . . . how would you feel if you had to leave the picking of your spouse to your best friends? That's EXACTLY what Christ has done.

Anywho, as an illustration, Johnny referred to the Rock Opera, Tommy which has an exchange involving these lyrics: "See me, hear me, touch me, heal me." Johnny went on to say how there is a world that is crying these very words . . . a world that wants to be seen and to be touched and healed.

That's where God stepped into my sermon experience. He really got me thinking about a lot of stuff. Particularly stuff like pornography, even just the border-line exploitation that we see in music videos; even stuff like Janet Jackson's breast at the Superbowl. We get so shocked, and so offended at some things. We're so self-righteous about our puritanism, but for whatever reason, it's OK for us to be non-united as a body, looking for entertainment in church, etc, etc.

All the while, hip-hop music videos, playboy magazine, the media, and a whole HOST of everything else in our culture is SCREAMING at us that they want to be touched and healed. That they want to know Christ. But we're offended because the superbowl half-time show was a disgrace. We're fighting the wrong battle here people. Too bad the world doesn't know Christians for our love.

This perceived 'escalation' in immorality as of late makes me think that God is just turning up the volume on our TV sets. The world and our God is yelling, "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM? CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THE WORLD NEEDS JESUS? WHY DO YOU KEEP TURNING AWAY?"

The problem is, when we're in a 'loud' environment we often choose to leave the room rather than turn down the volume. How long does God have to yell? If we're so SURE of our salvation why are we worried about losing it? For the record, it's not a sin to see a breast on television. You probably shouldn't go looking for them afterwards . . . but it sure wouldn't be a bad idea of getting down off of our pedastals of self-righteousness. We hung our king on a cross . . . our perspective on everything else should probably be gauged by that fact.

Nothing should even compare.