I can't tell you how many times I've gone to a Protestant church and heard during the Sunday morning service a preacher or other person bring up sexual sin in pretty graphic terms and I never felt all that uncomfortable with it . . . until I became a father and had my child sitting next to me.
With the massive pornification of our culture stampeding through every corner of our lives, it is devastatingly disheartening that Sunday mornings have become ground where angels must now fear to tread. It's as if the church has become my enemy in trying to preserve my child's childhood, let alone innocence. There is a time and a place for this stuff, as a parent I'll be the judge of it, and Sunday morning worship isn't the place, especially with your eleven year old in tow.
Which is why today, with hundreds of churches participating in
National Porn Sunday, we're not going to church. Again.
"For it is a shame even to speak of those things which are done of them in secret."
-- Ephesians 5:12
Oh yeah. We're not watching the big game, either.
