pleased. The young lion had
everything but responsibility.
Suddenly, Simba’s evil uncle,
Scar, took over the Pridelands, which caused total disarray and ruin. With
everything on the line, Simba did the right thing. He turned his back on the
playboy lifestyle, gathered up the troops, led them to victory, married Nala,
stood regally at his coronation, and took his rightful place of greatness among
the animals. In only a day, Simba moved without a hitch from the questionable
character of his young days to his mature adult days. And most of us figure
that’s the way it’ll also work for us.
So we often take off
for our own sexual paradise beyond the Pridelands of our Father’s
kingdom.
Hakuna matata.
When the guys start swapping tales in the
locker room, we want to share our own stories. Why not? The laws of “you
reap what you sow” appear to have been suspended.
S TILL P LAYING F REELY ?
So we play,
with little concern. Randy, a Christian and now seventeen, ran off to
“paradise” at age thirteen. Not long ago, he broke up with his
girlfriend, saying he was giving up on the dating scene for a while. A few
weeks later, some friends saw him walking arm in arm with his old girlfriend
again. Later, one friend asked him, “Randy, what’s up with that? I
thought you broke up with her.”
“Oh, she’s not my
girlfriend,” he casually replied. “We’re just humping
buddies.” Randy may think things are cool, but those actions will catch
up with him. It’s impossible to form the proper respect for women in the
shadow of such sin, let alone a proper respect for God. And what will happen
long-term if Randy’s wife doesn’t match up sexually to his former
girlfriend?
Jason has a father who travels for four or five days at a
shot and a mother who works until 5:30 every day. That means he has two hours
after school each day “with no mom around and a junior high girl down the
street who comes over to my house every afternoon and lets me do anything I
want to her. What’s the big deal? It’s fun, and she wants
it.”
Lisa, who grew up in the church, recently approached her
youth pastor with a question. “I’ve been giving oral sex to
different boys at our parties for quite awhile now. I don’t know why, but
I just thought I should ask you about it. Is that wrong for me to
do?”
Stumbling a bit, the youth leader asked, “Were these
your boyfriends?”
Lisa responded, “No, I wasn’t
dating any of them. It’s just casual with us. All the guys know me for
it, and that’s why they come to the parties. I feel quite a bit of
pressure to keep giving them what they want, now that they expect it.
I’ve become quite popular because of it. Still, I thought maybe I should
ask you about it, just to make sure it was okay.”
Maybe you
haven’t traveled this deeply into paradise. Maybe you just hang on the
fringes with
Playboy
or regularly visit that hot adult Internet site.
Maybe you’re experimenting with fantasy, lusting over that girl at school
and repeatedly thrilling to intense wet dreams with her. In any event,
you’ve left the Pridelands.
Hakuna matata?
No worries?
Guess again. If you’re not concerned, then you should know that life
isn’t like
The Lion King.
It’s more like
Pinocchio,
another Disney classic. Pinocchio knew it was the right
thing for all boys to go to school. On his way to class, however, he met some
scoundrels who painted a wonderful picture of spending the day at Adventure
Island, a sort of amusement park just offshore. They gave Pinocchio and his
buddy Lampwick free passes for the ferry ride to Adventure Island, but neither
knew that at day’s end all the boys would be turned into donkeys and be
sold to pull carts in the coal mines for the rest of their lives. Like
Pinocchio, maybe you think Adventure Island will bring you great amusement at
no charge, although you know you’re not supposed to go there. But there
will
be a