Women and Pornography – A Blind Spot in The Church

I’m sure that it would come as no surprise to say that pornography is a rampant struggle in the church.  The industry revenues about $57 Billion worldwide and no one would dare say that the church is exempt from contributing to this.  The thing that might be a shocker, however, is the relevance of pornography and sexual addictions amongst women…and yes, this is especially true in the church.

Did you know that 1 out of every 3 people that access adult websites are women?

Did you know that 9.4 million women access adult sites each month?

Did you know that almost 20% of all women struggle with pornography (this equates to 1 out of every 5 or 6 women)

And you probably wouldn’t know any of this because about 70% of those women who are struggling with pornography are keeping their activities a secret.

My question is, if the statistics are so clear on whether or not women struggle with this, why has the church, for the most part, not yet addressed this issue?  For the last nine years I have sat in churches and listened to pastors speak about sin and temptation.  Whenever pornography is thrown out there it is always addressed to the men!  And what I mean is explicitly saying, “men…pornography…etc, etc, etc.”  When pornography is addressed with women, it is most often in the context of their response to the struggles that their husbands have.

Some might argue that women and pornography should not be addressed from the pulpit, but rather in the context of a women’s ministry.  Okay, I disagree…I think all sin, if it is being addressed from the pulpit, should not be spoken of or referenced as only applying to some people.  We are all filled with struggles, temptations, and sins of all types.  Why present them to the people attending as if it only applies to one specific type of person?  What about that one person who is not part of that select group, but carries the same struggle?  Do we lead them to believe that they are alone in this struggle?  Because that’s just what happens.  It breeds a sense of isolation and shame…which inevitably causes those struggles to become deep buried secrets in their lives…and when it’s buried deep, in secret, the potential for it to continue or even grow is granted.

Even in the context of women’s ministries, I have not seen this issue addressed adequately.  A few years ago I was asked to help facilitate a 1 day women’s conference.  The idea was to bring women together, young and old, to discuss ideas that are relevant to our identities in christ.  I was a youth leader at the time so I lead the breakout session for the pre-teens and teens.  My co-facilitator had the breakout session for the older women.  During her session she brought up the topic of pornography and masterbation.  Several of the more outspoken women in the group were not at all receptive, and actually repulsed by the idea that she felt the need to address those issues with them.  What?  Really?  I am discouraged to say that this attitude is only perpetuated by the church’s (as a whole) choice to only view pornography in a “men’s issue” vacuum.

The most discouraging aspect of the church not taking initiative or living in a bubble on this issue is that studies reveal that while less women than men are viewing pornography, the women are far more likely to act out on these temptations, engaging in sex with several partners, causal sex, and even affairs.  If the issue is not addressed, the church is only perpetuating the shame for those women who do struggle.  I have talked to many women about this…feeling alone, filled with shame, confused and stuck in their struggles.  Since it is not addressed, there seems, for them, to be no avenue for honesty about their sin, outlet to discuss and find accountability.

The reality is the statistics point to the fact that the one woman sitting in the church on sunday morning knowing her struggle is not as alone as she feels.  The pastor may be speaking about pornography to the men in the room, but she is not alone in her struggle.  She needs to know, as we all do with our private struggles, that she is not the only one…and that there is freedom and strength available to her first from God and second from a community of sisters that may not yet know what they can do for each other.

Why has the church not yet opened up this possibility for the women in their congregations?

Several years ago I went to Ghana to speak with teens about God.  During that time I had probably 20 or 30 different girls come up to me specifically asking for prayer over their interest in (and in some cases addictions to) pornography.  All of them told me that they had no one that they could talk to about this.  I think they came to me because I was a Godly women, but also a stranger, a person who did not know them well enough to judge them and would not be there long enough to ostracize them.  These were teenagers!  And I’m telling you, it’s not an isolated experience in Ghana…it is just as prevalent here on the home front.

I’m just venting this because after years of being in the church, discussions with other women and men…I realize that many if not most will voice the opinion that women are immune from pornography.  It’s a lie and I wish there was more of an avenue for these struggles to be worked through for women.  I think the starting point would be for the church to acknowledge and accept and “preach” the reality that sin and temptation does not attack based on race or gender, but that we are all susceptible…and we all have the same God who has sent His Son.  We all have access to transformation, regardless of what the struggle is…and regardless of who we are, man or woman.

Paul’s Prayer; Our Hope

“For this reason…I have not stopped giving thanks for you…I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better. I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is like the working of his mighty strength, which he exerted in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly realms, far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every title that can be given, not only in the present age but also in the one to come. And God placed all things under his feet and appointed him to be head over everything for the church, which is his body, the fullness of him who fills everything in every way.” (Ephesians 1:15-23)

Paul writes this prayer for the saints just after he has laid out his summary of what exactly our past election and future perfection entails.  It is for the reasons he laid out in the preceeding 14 verses that He is praying for us.  Because it’s true, he knows it and wants us to know it too.

The funny thing with these “truths” though.   Most of us know them…well.  We can cite and explain them.  We learned them in sunday school and have shared them with others.  Yet, so often we live our lives as if we’ve never heard them before.  Our lives (the emotions, the behaviors, and that unruly flesh) have not caught up with our intellect.  ”For this reason” Paul prays.

As we begin to know and grow in an understanding of our knowledge of God transformation happens.  The truth of what was, what is, and what is to come ushers in a hope that will keep us fighting strong until the day of Glory.  The entire point of that hope is an expectation of the completion of God’s promise.  Followers of Christ have been bought into a covenant relationship with their creator.  And so clear throughout scripture is God’s remembrance and fulfillment of the covenants he established.  If it were granted, given, finished today hope would be unnecessary.

In Romans it is written:

“Hope that is seen is no hope at all.  Who hopes for what he already has? (Rom. 8:24)

We have been invited into something so glorious that our minds fail to fully comprehend, yet Paul prays that we might come to know the hope of what is available to us today and for eternity.  As life throws curve balls, disappointments, pain, disaster, and confusion we must rely on a growing sense of hope to pull us through.  It is the key to fighting strong and ending well.

I would say that while we know these truths…and intellectually we may “hope” for what God promises, many of us get hit by life and allow the great accuser to sit at our sides, pulling out whatever tiny glimpse of light that may remain in those moments.  We are miserable, unhappy, absorbed in all that isn’t right.  YET 2000 years ago, God ordained that Paul would know enough to know that we needed this prayer.  Not only did he say it…it ended up in scripture for us to read and meditate upon today.

Paul’s prayer is a for those of us who are tempted to live spiritually desolate lives.  He, through the authority of God, prays that we would instead walk daily with an appropriate understanding of the inheretance to which we are called…and that hope would grow and keep us moving forward with that understanding.

There are many things in life that I have hoped for and do hope for.  I’m not going to say that God will grant us every wish and desire, but I know that a right hope in Him and what He will provide for us here on earth and eternally in Heaven is essential to our daily walk.

What do I hope for?  For a husband, a family, to see the world and see others find freedom in Christ.  I have many others…my list could probably be a mile long if I wanted to type (or thought that people would read for that long).  I hope because I do not have.  What do you hope for with all of your heart?  Think of those things…and pray that God might increase your hope in Him to meet and then exceed those hopes.  What he holds for us is an eternal inheretance…something more precious than gold…something well worth hoping for.  I am challenging myself to do the same…I am confident that God will meet those requests for all of us.

Life Lessons from The Bachelorette

Okay, so I need to preface the admittance of this TV guilty pleasure by saying that I have the summer off from grad school and I’m not exactly sure what to do with my all my extra “free time”.  So, I finally caught up on my favorite shows (there were 2…maybe).  Once I did that I went searching for something else to watch (because apparently I’ve also forgotten how to be productive without stress and deadlines motivating me).  My three closest girlfriends watch the Bachelorette.  I decided I would jump on the bandwagon and started watching it on Hulu – it would give us more “less serious” material to talk about when we’re hanging out.  I’ve finally caught up to Allie’s final 2 and the “men tell all” episode.  My 2 major take-aways after watching 18 or so episodes (in a very, very condensed manner) are as follows:

1.  You may never know what the other person is really thinking – To me this is very, very scary.  It comes from watching Frank and his 180 “change of heart” as soon as he was chosen for the final 3.  From the first one-on-one date, I thought for sure he was into Allie.  I also thought he was rather insecure and wasn’t really rooting for him to get the final rose.  Nonetheless, I thought he would fight for her until the end.  I never would have expected him to pull the “I’m in love with someone else card” at that point in the show.  He surprised/fooled EVERYONE!!!  But because he pulled it off so well, and was able to walk away from Allie like he did, it makes me realize that it is possible to never really know what’s going on in someone else’s mind – whether good, bad, or indifferent.  Translation = we might not be the best mind readers.  Translation = they might not be the best mind readers or hint receivers.

I think in some ways these shows can provide insight into the selfishness that permeates our being and how it can and will hurt those around us.  Albeit Frank is a specific and possibly extreme example, we are all selfish to some degree or another and it can even manifest itself in the forms of self-preservation, insecurity, manipulation and deceit.  In this season especially, it all points to one thing: the value of communication.  So much pain could have been avoided if he had been honest from the beginning.  But he wasn’t.  In the same way the special people in our lives may not know what we’re thinking or feeling.  We may think they know, but chances are, if we haven’t told them, we’re probably not 100% on the same page.  We might think we are, but who really reads minds these days anyways?  Instead of leading people on when we’re not interested, or allowing insecurity to brew by not affirming the relationships we’re in…what if we just told the person what we’re thinking or shared where we’re at today?  Sure pain might be felt, risks might be taken when you put yourself out there saying, “these few weeks have been really hard”, “hey, I really like you, You make me happy.”  ”It felt really good today when you did this…”, but when communication is pushed aside…how can a relationship or the people therein grow?  And I think ultimately that’s what people in serious relationships want…growth, commitment, possibly marriage, etc…right?

2.  Reality shows aren’t as “real-life” as we want them to be - This comes, one from watching, sometimes painfully, the romances unfold over the 18 episodes that have aired so far and two from watching the interview with Vienna and Jake, last season’s couple that recently broke off their engagement.  The show is intense.  Competition is high, the dates are fairy-tale like, and the pressure of the show and having to “win their heart” and accept a rose brings an intensity and excitement to the budding relationships that no average-joe (or Jolene) can rival.  I fear, that similar to Vienna and Jake (and many others) the show ends, real life sets in…there are no helicopter rides over Tahiti, cave diving in iceland, olive oil wrestling between your man and all his very attractive buds…at least not on your “average”, every-day date.  The cameras turn off.  They get comfortable, faults start to surface…and suddenly the “passion” (or so they call it) is gone.  The show is more like a high-pressure, fairytale romance than it is “reality TV”…there’s not much “real” about it.

Women around the country gather around their TV weekly to watch this show.  In the end they are left longing for their own Chris or Roberto.  For those in a relationship, they look to their mates and begin pouting because they don’t seem to measure up to these ideal men that have been portrayed by ABC’s hit series.  Beautiful people, beautiful scenery, and a very intense, uber-passionate, seemingly perfect relationship is not the way most relationships start or survive.  As a woman, a day-dreamer, hopeless romantic and high-expectation setter it is very tempting to look at this show and begin to expect nothing less.  And if I can admit this, I know that thousands of other women are under the same, unrealistic, spell.  SNAP OUT OF IT!!

I remember when the idea of the bachelor/bachelorette was new.  I watched the first season and was sucked in.  This time around, however I don’t know if I really found it all that enjoyable.  Sure, I watched it all (it’s a great way to do something mindless, which I need from time to time)…and I’ll watch the final episode (I have to know who she picks), but I also wasn’t fooled by the craziness…not this time.  And I hope, in the long run, my relationship will benefit from my resistance to buy into all that The Bachelorette is trying to sell.

This weekend (I was right around episode 16…just before Frank dumps Allie) I spent an afternoon with my boyfriend.  There were no helicopter rides, no picnics under the Hollywood sign, no travels to other countries.  I don’t think more than $15 was spent to make the afternoon happen, including gas (who says you have to drop a lot of cash to have a good time?).  Yet, it easily made its way into my top times spent with him for reasons that I shared with him.  Those reasons can’t be forced, staged, or faked in a heart shaped hot tub…it was just us…real and natural.  Similar to moments many of us have, but often miss because we’re too busy looking for our Pretty Woman ending and bachelorette style intense dates and craziness.

I’m not sure how insightful this post is…i guess it’s been on my mind.  After all, 18 episodes is a lot to watch in a short time…and I think it’s probably time for me to get a new hobby ;-)

In Chains…Captive to What?

I started this post exactly 1 week ago…It has been sitting in draft form until today…

I just started a personal study through Ephesians.  It’s the start of day 3 and I’m enjoying it quite a bit.  Last night and into this morning I find myself thinking about Paul compared and contrasted to myself.  Let me explain…

Unlike all the other letters written by Paul to the churches, the book of Ephesians does not address a specific situation happening in that church.  The message of this letter is much more of a generic, but eternally significant teaching on Christ and Praise to God for what he has done.  The interplay of Christian faith and the Christian life is an essential theme in this book.  It is a big picture view of Christ’s sacrifice for us on the cross and the way that impacts the entirety of our lives.

The interesting thing about Paul and his producing of this letter is that he writes it while he’s a prisoner in Rome.  No, he’s not locked up behind bars in some jail…I believe he’s actually on house arrest…and quite possibly handcuffed to a Roman solider (I mean its not like they had those spiffy little electronic ankle bands that would alert to Romans of his departure from the home he was confined to!).  He is a prisoner.

When thinking about the over-arching message of Ephesians, it’s interesting to note that Paul produced it while his earthly circumstances were quite troubling.  His body was imprisoned and chained, yet his heart and mind were free and focused on Eternal matters – the things of God – specifically, our past election and future perfection.

I can’t help but realize that I stand here today a free woman.  Not so is true of everyone in the world, but most of us (especially if you are reading this today) are “free” in a physical or bodily sense.  Yet, unlike Paul, our minds are held captive by the daily ins and outs of our day.  We may set our sights on eternal things, but the focus is momentary.  We are easily and quickly distracted by the “to dos”, “to sees”, burdens, and worries of our every day.  A Godly perspective, unfortunately, is easily frosted over by our present reality, which often challenges the freedom that should accompany our earthly and eternal reality in Christ.

“For this light momentary afflication is preparing for us and eternal weight of glory beyond all comparision, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.  For the things that are seen are transient, but the things unseen are eternal.”  (2 Cor. 4:17-18)

“If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God.  Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth.  For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God” (Colossians 3:1-3)

I wonder if we were to cling to that perspective, if the gospel were to take precedence in such a way that it no longer continued as an afterthought, how might we live?  How might I live.  How might we love?  Where would Grace dwell in our responses to others and to ourselves?  I can’t help but hope that things would be different.  Actually, I know they would…perspective is everything.

How do you live?  I live as a prisoner.  My chains are gone, the jail cell is open, but I sit there motionless.  Partly because it’s comfortable…partly because I don’t know how to live a the free person Christ enables me to live.  Focusing on God and the Truth of His Gospel is the only thing that can make me stand and walk…and I might be able to if I could keep that focus for longer than a few mere moments.

Perhaps I am alone in this, but I don’t think I am…

Facebook Is Not My Friend

I was out with a friend last night and we eventually came upon the topic of facebook and our mutual love-hate toward the ubiquitous social networking site. 

Facebook is great for networking, reconnecting, and keeping up to date with friends or events that are happening around you.  But sometimes I wonder if it does too good of a job at keeping people “connected”.  You see for me, if I get bored I will sometimes find myself scrolling through photos of people I haven’t talked to in months or even years.  I read and re-read their updates on my home page.  I can see who’s leaving wall comments to whom.  I know which friends will update their statuses 5 times in one day and I know who, if they update twice in one week, is living on the edge, so to speak.  For a while it’s fine, but eventually something really scary happens…

I start to notice that Sally or Jim are talking to Bob more than they talk to me on facebook.  I notice that they will respond to or “like” things that Bob posts whereas they never “like” the things I post.  In the world of facebook, Bob would be their #1…I would be their #260.  It’s stupid.  I take a break, open a new tab on my computer and start stumbling to find the next most awesome webpage, picture or link to post to my (or someone else’s) wall…hoping that I’ll get a few “likes” out of the deal…and perhaps even a like from Sally or Jim…which is really what I’m after, if I’m being 100% honest.  Eventually I get back on my home page and start to notice all the conversations going back and forth that I’m not part of.  A little bit of jealously may start to form…my awesome link didn’t generate the “like” revenue I had hoped for.  If I’m being 100% honest, I’m crushed…just a little. 

By now, the start of a few ill feelings toward Sally and Jim are coming to the surface- what is this and why am I responding this way?  News Flash Ames!!  Even though you have 500 friends according to facebook, you’re really not that popular.  I mean, my profile is filled with stuff that I myself have posted to my own wall.  I have my status updates, I have my random videos and songs that I’m enjoying…and maybe one wall comment left for me by someone I haven’t talked to in months.  But I have 500 friends who want to know about my daily musings, read my notes, and see the pictures that I’m tagged in?

And then there’s Sally and Jim…my “best friends”.  I hang out with them, talk to them on the phone regularly, but in the world of facebook…it’s as if we’re complete strangers.  I’m just one of their 400 “friends”, but no one would know.  Especially not those other 399 friends who are watching their homepages anxiously waiting to see the news updates for what exactly Sally and Jim are up to and whether or not they’re going to talk to Amy today.  Nope…”If there’s no activity on facebook, the friendship must be a fluke”.  (and yes, I used quotes because one of my 498 other friends actually said that exact thing to me!  I can’t say who, but if I had it recorded, I would’ve posted it on youtube…and then linked that from my wall…I bet that would get me a “like” or two).   

Note: I’m not jealous…this is really about how Facebook bridges ”friends” only to tear apart our real friendships and self-esteems.  #260…are you kidding me?  I’m so much better than #260!     

The ill feelings grow…I can’t shake it.  I check my homepage for the 10th time today…still nothing from Sally and Jim.  But I do have a “like” from Bob.  DAMMIT!!  I don’t want Sally and Jim’s #1 to “like” my newest wall post…especially when they’re still treating me like their #260.  Screw that!  Screw Facebook!! 

It’s not the Friend that it pretends to be…It builds me up with a  ”friend stock” of 500, only to tear me down when I uncover the reality of my wall’s activity (which only has activity because of me!).  The killer is that stupid Facebook-smacebook has so permeated my daily routine that I can’t break the cycle of checking my homepage and reading through the updates.  Sure, it was fun at first, now it’s just a semi-continuous stream of slaps-in-my-face.  I sign in and facebook laughs at me…one because I check it every day…and two because I’m not the popular person my friends list might lead you to think I am.  I start to feel sorry for myself and angry at my 500 friends.  

Who am I?  When did I start to care so much?  When did facebook-driven affirmation become such a huge influence on my self image? 

At the end of the day, I turn to my only true refuge.. my semi-anonymous blog.  It doesn’t lie to me.  I have maybe 4 readers, but that’s okay…my blog never tried to make me think there were more than 4 readers out there.  It has yet to falsely pump up my ego.  My blog is my friend…I like to call him “my soapbox”, although that’s not the title of my blog page.  It’s a nickname…just between me and my blog (close relationships have that…best friends…boyfriends & girlfriends, spouses, etc).  

Hello, my name is Amy and I’m addicted to meaningless and relatively irrelevant status updates (my blog never gave me that much “real time” change before).  I open my homepage and scroll through one last time.  I know I will see Sally and Jim’s activity…especially with that douche Bob, but it’s like a drug…it’ll hurt me once I start checking, but I HAVE to check 

Will I ever have the balls to un-friend facebook?  Probably not.  I can logout for the last time tonight, but that will only last until tomorrow. 

*Sigh* 

Maybe I need new friends, or maybe I’m just a masochist at heart (ooohhhh….status update!  yesssss!!)

A more Serious comment – If you haven’t watched it, you should definately check out the South Park Episode about Facebook.  It’s really hilarious