1,199,377,832 : number of Internet searches for pornography since January 1, 2015.
With that unfathomable figure on the black screen behind him, one of our church leaders shared his very personal addiction to pornography and how he was delivered from it in 1995.
I didn’t take any notes as I hung on to every word. The sermon is not on our church’s website yet as he delivered this sermon only yesterday. I will share it once it is up.
This was one of the most powerful sermons I have ever heard because of its very personal and raw nature. I saw people wiping their tears as he shared his private pain.
Redd also mentioned how he came to decide to share this testimony with such a large audience. He realized that sharing his story can bless others: Freed People Free People.
This was particularly encouraging to me, the born Public Confesser. Many times I wish I weren’t wired this way. I feel like a damn fool. Why do I always want to share? I ain’t getting paid.
Why do I have such a compulsion to share my innards instead of keeping my status updates casual: “Tried the new watermelon flavor blaster gum today. YUM!”
As I sat there, watching Redd take a huge risk by sharing his secrets, I, too, wiped away a few tears that had slipped out. I, one who has never even watched porn, connected with what he was saying.
I understand about bondage and what Apostle Paul talks about in Romans 7:15: I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.
Redd also clarified that his sermon isn’t only addressing addiction to porn but to ANYTHING that makes us feel imprisoned.
Anger, overeating, eating disorders, drugs, shame, sex, fear, unforgiveness, blame, and so much more. And in 2015, I’m sure there is a whole host of new addictions like addiction to our smartphones and social media so that we aren’t left alone with our own thoughts.
Redd asked the congregation to whisper in our own seats: “I WANT TO BE SET FREE FROM ________.”
I want to be set free from ANGER.
It may be getting worse, not better, as I age. I know that beneath the anger lies hurt but I seem to skip right over the Hurt to rush to the release of Anger. This release is false as I don’t feel any better even after unleashing.
I am well aware of my triggers. For one, it’s when I see others enjoying what I lack. I know in my HEAD, that we all have different blessings but in my FEELS, I don’t see why I can’t have what others have.
*This is risky to share because I also have experienced folks enjoying being the object of my envy because it makes them feel better about themselves but that’s another topic altogether.*
I saw a woman in the locker room at a Korean spa on Saturday, the first day my MiL came over this calendar year so that Kevin and I could have a belated anniversary day to ourselves. A whole entire day – Glory!
This woman walked in with her infant, her mom, and her MiL (or aunt). She, herself, never tended to the baby as the doting grammas cooed over him and handled everything he needed – the undressing, the diapers, you name it. The young mom just followed their lead and changed into her own spa uniform AT HER LEISURE.
Her leisure made my body hot. Yes, I realize that you come to a spa to relax but how dare she relax with an infant? THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE IMPOSSIBLE.
I judged her for being lazy and spoiled(!) just because she was richly blessed with a day at the spa with generations above and below.
Then I checked myself and said, “Hold up, ajumma, why are you hating on that woman you’ve never met? What is going on in there?”
I realized it was because I haven’t fully grieved being on our own these last five years as parents. Sure, I talk about it A LOT, but I don’t think I really know what to do with the sadness I hold about my kids seeing my parents once a year. How Kevin and I, for the most part, raise them up on our own. When a couple church friends expressed interest in watching our kids, I actually cried because I felt SO LOVED and supported.
I have to clarify that we have great friends I’ve made since M was an infant, and we do regular playdates, but I’m talking specifically about the Family Village, which we lack.
And believe me, in my head, I know that things could be worse – at least both sets of grandparents are alive and well, at least Kevin’s mom was able to come over on Saturday. (I also struggle with GUILT for feeling my feelings!)
I also know that I am a very energetic and competent mama perhaps because it’s either Kevin or me tending to their every need, but when I see a mom of young children hardly lifting a finger because she knows that her Village will run over to her child walking dangerously in front of another child on the swings, something is triggered.
I want to learn to say, “I feel sad that my parents live so damn far away and can’t get to know my morsels as much as I’d like,” rather than, “Fuck these lazy spoiled princess mamas who don’t know how to do jack shit on their own.”
I want to be set free from my default emotion of ANGER.
I want to be set free from the guilt I feel for some of my feelings.
I want to be set free from blaming my husband when our lives aren’t quite what I pictured.
I want to be set free from criticizing.
I want to be set free from self-hatred.
Redd reminded us that FREED PEOPLE FREE PEOPLE. What do you want to be set free from? Let’s help each other. Here is the passage we studied together yesterday – Isaiah 61:
Exaltation of the Afflicted:
The Year of the Lord’s Favor
61 The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,[a]
2 to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor.
4 They will rebuild the ancient ruins
and restore the places long devastated;
they will renew the ruined cities
that have been devastated for generations.
5 Strangers will shepherd your flocks;
foreigners will work your fields and vineyards.
6 And you will be called priests of the Lord,
you will be named ministers of our God.
You will feed on the wealth of nations,
and in their riches you will boast.
7 Instead of your shame
you will receive a double portion,
and instead of disgrace
you will rejoice in your inheritance.
And so you will inherit a double portion in your land,
and everlasting joy will be yours.
8 “For I, the Lord, love justice;
I hate robbery and wrongdoing.
In my faithfulness I will reward my people
and make an everlasting covenant with them.
9 Their descendants will be known among the nations
and their offspring among the peoples.
All who see them will acknowledge
that they are a people the Lord has blessed.”
10 I delight greatly in the Lord;
my soul rejoices in my God.
For he has clothed me with garments of salvation
and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness,
as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest,
and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
11 For as the soil makes the sprout come up
and a garden causes seeds to grow,
so the Sovereign Lord will make righteousness
and praise spring up before all nations.