By Jason V (Ponderings of a Pilgrim Pastor)
On the way home from Wal-Mart yesterday, Family News in Focus Weekend got my attention with a stunning fact: the average age of first pornography exposure for young boys is eight. That's right, eight. As the father of a seven-year-old, that nearly made me drive off the road.
I know that in this world of nearly universal high-speed internet, my boys will be exposed to pornography. I don't know when, but I know it will happen. This thought alone makes me sick to my stomach, not to mention the idea that one or both of them may become hooked on the trash.
As a parent, I have many cares and anxieties. We moved to South Carolina five months ago and I worried that my children might not make friends. Every time we have guests to our house for a meal, I'm nervous about what my children might say or do. When I consider the depravity of my own heart and my own failings as a husband, a father and a Christian, I worry that my children will suffer for my sins.
I can easily be overwhelmed by my cares and anxieties, but then God comes to me and calls me: "Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you." (1 Peter 5:7, ESV) But can I really? If I am to cast my cares on my God, I need to know two things: that He really loves me and that He can handle my cares.
How do I know God loves me? "God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us." (Romans 5:8, NIV) When God gave His Son for me, He gave me the very best and most perfect gift anyone could ever give. He proved that He would hold nothing back to redeem me and make me His forever. Simply put: No one could ever more clearly demonstrate love for me than God did in the gift of His Son on the cross.
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