Aug 20, 2021
I’m going to do something a little different. I just talked with Sean Clifford, CEO of Canopy, which the Gospel Coalition called the world’s most advanced pornography filter. It was a frank discussion about the nature and impact of modern porn and how technology can fight for families, not just against them, and it’s relevant for everyone. We need that, because porn is a pressing problem for everyone. But I know nothing from experience about the hurt and struggles that porn inflicts on women. So as a man, I want to speak very frankly to fellow men. And women can keep listening, here. But just know that this is primarily directed to my brothers in Christ.
Men, its time to be afraid of ourselves. Seemingly every few months, another prominent Christian leader is caught in or confesses to inappropriate behavior, or a sexual addiction of some kind. It’s an endless drumbeat. The list of Christian men in ministry, whether pastors or apologists or speakers or authors, who have been caught in the net of sexual sin over the last few years is dizzying. It's nauseating. It's a punch in the gut.
Of course, the situation in the church is nothing unique. We're living through a cultural moment of reckoning over the sexual escapades of men in general, not just Christian men. The #MeToo movement encouraged women who've been victimized and harassed to flip the light switch on powerful men in entertainment, sports, journalism, and politics. Unscrupulous CEOs and doctors and congressmen who long enjoyed a kind of cultural permission to exploit those under their power are now scurrying for cover.
This long-overdue judgment day for abusers has prompted a second wave of revelations about sexual behavior that, while not illegal, is still unethical and immoral. And Christian authority figures have not fared well in the light of day. Whatever the actual statistics, the merciless repetition of pastor after author after apologist toppling for the same avoidable failures of the flesh gives the impression that sexual sin is eating the church alive. According to one survey, pastors are now less trusted by the public than daycare providers, doctors, military officers, and grade school teachers.
There's no appropriate reaction to this parade of scandals that does not start with falling on our faces before God and begging for mercy. We're in bad shape, and we need Divine help. We're supposed to be a "city on a hill," but those watching the American church right now probably see what looks to them like a mosquito-infested cesspool. This is cause for grief and repentance. It may even be time to take those biblical references to sackcloth and ashes literally, again.
But there's more to be said, and more work to do than just repentance. It's time for a revolution in the way Christian men see ourselves. We've had our chance to prove our mettle against sexual temptation. And we've failed, miserably. Even though many individual leaders of integrity remain, we have collectively proven ourselves incapable of acting in private in accord with the morals we profess in public. Sin is gobbling us up at an unsustainable and unconscionable rate, and swallowing our ministries, churches, and life work along with us. Something has to change.
Here's my modest proposal: Men, it's time to stop trusting ourselves. Stop trusting in your integrity and strength. Stop telling yourself that you would never surrender to temptation. Stop telling yourself you are better than the scores of Christian luminaries whose lives and families have disappeared in scandal. There is no moral chasm between them and you. You are not made of finer clay. Each of us is just one bad decision away from becoming the next stroke in the nauseating drumbeat of the church's public failures.
Let me say this dramatically to get my message across: You should get to the point where you are afraid to be in a room alone with yourself. I'm not kidding. As Commodore Oliver Hazard Perry put it, we have met the enemy and he is us. The devil isn't chiefly responsible for Christian leaders sacrificing their witness for momentary indulgence. We give him far too much credit, here. He probably has to do very little to get us to topple. As Uncle Screwtape quipped, "It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out."
And what the devil has kept out of our minds for too long is this: We are weak. We are usually no match for sexual temptation. It pummels us, especially when we're certain we can get away with giving in. If you still think you have the integrity to deal with its onslaught on your own, I can only ask how many more high-profile resignations it will take for you to abandon your delusion and save yourself.
Christian men, it's time we stopped trying to be heroes. It's time we stopped going it alone. It's time we recognized how muscular the monster of sexual sin really is. It's time we had the courage to run.
That's right--run. Scripture says to flee sexual immorality. As in, turn tail and retreat. I don't think we've spent nearly enough time considering what this might mean. We remind me sometimes of the Eloi in H. G. Wells' "The Time Machine,"--a smiling, peaceful people whose screams fill the night as the Morlocks come to drag another one of us to their dinner table. And like the Eloi, we seem to have forgotten it all by morning. After each victim is dragged into the darkness, we go on with our lives as if nothing has happened--as if hairy, hungry monsters aren't returning for us come nightfall.
Sexual sin derives much of its destructive power from this notion that each pastor or evangelist who falls into its clutches is a fluke--that there is no essential connection in the seemingly endless chain of moral failings by Christian leaders. "It could never happen to me," we seem to be telling ourselves, "so I don't need to do anything differently."
This might be true if the enemy were out there. But he's not. He's in here. I am my own worst nightmare. The more alone I am with myself, the greater danger I am in. The more convinced my baser instincts become that they can enjoy one, small indulgence, the more certain it becomes that I will dive headlong into iniquity and eventually be discovered, to the ruin of the family, church, or institution I love.
Oh, I know. You think you will be able to hide it. You tell yourself, "just this once." You remind yourself that "everybody messes up, and besides, I deserve to cut loose a little."
You have already lost your life at this moment. Your concupiscent morlocks already have their claws in you. Before you even commit the act, or open your browser, or steal that sweet kiss, you are doomed. The act is just the terms of surrender. You are walking yourself into the death camp and choosing your guillotine.
Even your victories can turn to defeat. The battle may be going well. You may have defeated sexual temptation on your own, a few times. You may be reaping the blessings of obedience. You have the trust and admiration of those you love. They place you on a pedestal. They strive to imitate your integrity. You are a model Christian. Then you start pacing the parapets at night. A woman on her rooftop catches your eye. The next morning, it's all over.
Defeating this inner monster and stopping or at least slowing the nauseating drumbeat means doing more than living with our shields at the ready. It means more than cultivating inner virtue and habits of the heart, though these are important. It means being able to see the beginnings of temptation, to catch its shadow coming around the corner, and run. It means recognizing that you cannot beat it. You cannot stand against it on your own. Look how many better men than you have fallen! It means fleeing to where you know there are reinforcements, where the hosts of Heaven are strongest. It means dialing up a trusted confidant in Christ the moment desire is born, before it even matures to lingering thoughts, much less into full temptation!
Don't try to reason yourself out of your attraction to that coworker. Flee to a brother who will tell you that what you're feeling can never be allowed to flower. Find someone who will tell you that you must not even suffer such feelings to survive--someone who will help you stomp them out without mercy. "A man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken."
What I am proposing is something a little more radical than accountability partners. It is a fundamentally different attitude toward ourselves, one of everlasting mistrust and suspicion. Do not trust yourself. Do not believe in yourself. Do not even turn your back on yourself. Do not dare keep a secret.
This goes against everything our culture tells us, I know. And it goes against something still stronger than our culture: our pride, as men. We want to be seen as self-sufficient and strong. We want to be immovable rocks for God. But I am convinced that any man who thinks this way will become lunch-meat for the first sexual temptation that strikes him. You cannot stand on your own. You will not. None of us can, consistently, and reliably. That's why God gave us the Church. That's why He gave us each other. And that’s why I thank Him for the work and commitment of people like Sean Clifford and the rest of those employing technology to fight the filth that bombards us, rather than amplifying it.
Bottom line? Run, men. You are no match for yourselves. Take refuge in the help God has given