Threads
For all have sinned. All have fallen short of the glory.
Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones. 27 In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error.
But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
It has been said that men will be men. Also, happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. But believe me: what comes from hell goes to hell! In Romans Chapter 7: 15-18 Paul laments
16 And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good.
But, brothers and sisters, we freely make choices!
We have all been told right and wrong. It’s in our DNA. Not excluding society (Which is no great recommendation, but it’ll do in a crunch) which are at least three reasons we hide our dirty laundry from anyone we wish to present our “public” face to. That’s why Ted Bundy didn’t kill anyone on the courthouse square. And that’s why Jeffery had that island and that list that is so hard to find!
We justify! She came onto me, your honor! You knew that girl at the bar was off limits. You just gambled that you wouldn’t get caught. They tell their friends or they tell their mother. One from column “A” or one from column “B” or all you can eat, and trust me you will eat, and eat, and eat for five to fifteen depending upon how underage she was and if you like wild sex you’ve found the place. Can I have an “Amen?”
But, the Garden of Eden was perfect until God moved a woman in. Misogynistic enough for you? Mistreatment and distain for women has been their lot since the apple. It’s a man’s world but it’s a woman’s job to make it work. And the abuse starts early. The smaller the girl the easier it is to abuse her.
She cries alone at night too often.
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all.
Only women bleed.
Porn is like a gateway drug. The best drugs make you think they are a breath of fresh air while they rip your lungs out. Threads is such a drug. Threads is a social media site that comes on like a cross between Meta and X with a side of Instagram. A little bit of this, a little bit of that, a lot of a taste of the vamp. Mostly funny videos and clever memes greet the new member, but in time new pictures appear. Little girls. One, two, three or four, but in time a barrage. All young, very young, all cute, dancing, and wearing as little as legally possible. And we aren’t talking about class “A” dance. A lot of jumping, spinning, some “peek a boo,” not Broadway caliber, not even high school. Just bunches of various little girls, one after another until you are coming back, every now and then but soon every night. Always with a “Click here for a bio,” but careful! Beware the Jabberwocky my friend. Sometimes she wears black panties with an angel face size 11y to 14y. I can’t imagine anyone leaving church one Sunday afternoon and thinking, “Wife and kids are going to the mall, think I’ll Google Beat little girl with a wet belt.” Nobody does that! What they do is stumble across some picture that seems harmless but just a little too close to the line, if you know what I mean. First time don’t do too much, but the next time, maybe not even the next night, but the next time. Instead of one picture just a couple more. And . . . what’s that say? Mommy’s not home and I’m lonely. Click here for bio.
Nobody in their right mind will click at first, but another peek won’t hurt. And they’re dancing. None are overly developed, some not developed at all, but they all seem to dance real good. Or that’s what you tell yourself. Before long you’re hitting that site every chance you get. And you critique! Like you honestly have an opinion about a seven year old girl in her panties. Before this you’d never dream of sitting there looking at this but you’d look at your granddaughter now. And if granddaughter suggests her and her friends having a sleepover? HelLOOOO Chris Hansen. It’s my first time! Sure it is. What did you put in their orange juice?
You knew right from wrong. Without the provocation you would never have dreamed of such a thing. But your brain has been re-wired. And the more amps are introduced the more your imagination is fired up. Your common sense is gone. When you finally walk into a house that you’ve never been to, naked, with a bottle of baby oil in one hand and a live chicken in the other it might be time to get re-baptized, wouldn’t you think? LAWDY!
Don’t feel sorry for Deacon Jones. He fell on hard times. Get it? Hard times! Ok ok. Bad choice of words. I get it. But look at the metamorphosis. The carnal man lives within us all.
In Matthew 5:28, Jesus states, “But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart.”
And I say to you, if you are watching twenty or thirty pre-teens jumping around in their underwear trying to say that you are studying their dance form I’m gonna wash your mouth out with soap. The carnal man is always there. He don’t plan, he don’t reason, he just does! Then he cops a plea. You think, therefore you are, and if you think too long and hard I can tell you where you can pick up a live chicken.
So how do you avoid this? Obviously, if you don’t have attraction to the opposite sex eventually there will be no more us. Marriage is a hard row to hoe and physical attraction is part of the equation. The secret is simple. Find a good partner and save your chickens for her. When anything causes you to look, think, or consider anything else, just like the song says that’s cheating. You can’t see a soul but you can feel it in each other’s arms.
I felt the Threads trap. At first you laugh, then check out a few more, then begin to consider. There are still funny videos I watch. Still little girls. My fav is a ten year old doing barrel racing on a stallion. The little lady singing “Hallelujah” recently at a memorial for flood victims here in Texas. But, when I’m scrolling and up pops some kid in shorts in her kitchen, smiling at the camera I just pass them taters on by. Shirley Temple is good enough for me. And she could dance.
There is beauty everywhere. A sea of bluebonnets. A huge oak tree. The desert at sunset. Leave the bluebonnets where they are. Take a picture of the oak. Enjoy the sunset with someone who thinks you are the most interesting person in the world and treasure her. God’s gonna want her back.
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