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50 Shades of Anger

Dear 50 Shades of Grey,
I saw your trailer on my T.V. screen last night. Your label was on my screen with what sounded like a couple having sex. I know that the allure of the trailer was supposed to be a sort of "what's underneath this?" type of thing, but I'm not about wrapping pornography in a pretty little bow and calling it art. I get it, sex sells, but I was watching So You Think You Can Dance. A show that families watch, that little kids watch. I have a friend who used to be addicted to pornography and your stupid advertisements trigger thoughts for her that she doesn't desire in the slightest. In fact, I have more than one friend who struggles with lust and would be much better off never knowing of your franchise. I am so angry at you. I'm having trouble right now finding the words to pour out onto this keyboard from my shaking hands that would accurately describe the amount of anger that is racing through my heart. But I'm afraid that my anger is misplaced. The Creator crafted sex as a gift between husband and wife, but we have an enemy. The lesser one can't create things, but he can take good and holy and righteous things and twist them into dangerous sinful things until you wouldn't even recognize God's gifts anymore. So maybe I'm not really so angry at you, as I am at the way that this pop-culture allows the enemy to wreak havoc on my generation. I'm getting married in 15 days, and me and my soon to be husband have chosen to wait until marriage. We've decided to honor God in our marriage and in our thoughts and in our hearts. Somehow this generation has decided that maybe if we call pornography a love story, and gift wrap it in a multimillion dollar budget that it really isn't that bad. It's just a movie, right? No. "Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life." - Proverbs 4:23. Guarding your heart also means knowing what your brain and heart are registering, and if you're feeding yourself lust, then lust is exactly what is going to flow from you. We can agree that 50 Shades of Grey is straight up pornography and the next obvious question is "why isn't anyone doing something about it?" The truth is that the enemy has blurred the lines and confused everyone involved. I have trouble remembering that you, writers and producers and actors and workers and watchers of 50 Shades of Grey, have the same need for Christ that I have. It is no greater or lesser, but it is a need that can only be filled with the One who threw the stars across the galaxy and calls you by name. I'll take a big bite of humble pie and remember that God worked through a lot of people to turn my perspective so that I would have a healthy view of sex, and that it took a lot of time and I was very stubborn. My prayer for everyone involved is that rock bottom would be the foundation of your relationship with Jesus. I know that sounds like a horrible prayer, but when I found myself in rock bottom, it was the sweetest easiest place for God to pick me up from. So if you find yourself there, or you're there now, you're in good company. 

Wake up, wake up
Oh sleeper from the dead
Wake up
Rejoice you lonely and lost
You sick and despised
All will be made right
Rejoice you cynics and freaks
Those searching for peace
All will be made right
Heaven’s found inside us all
So turn and come alive again

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