As you can see, the guy running the garage sale had three Bibles and 5 Playboys for sale. He looked to be in his thirties. Oh and by the way, this was his parents' house, so there were a bunch of their knicknacks out there, too. They were circling around selling stuff, and didn't seem to notice the odd juxtaposition.
Being me, I asked him about it. His answer was a study:
"Well, I like girls, and I like God...I was just putting stuff out, and I started to put them in different places but then I got busy putting other stuff out..."
It's kind of the world we live in. It isn't real pretty, but at least here it was out in the open: a guy with a porn problem who knows there's a God, and he isn't it. He might be in better shape than the every-Sunday Christian with a hidden sin. Like...a lot of us. Jesus, overhearing the Pharisees criticizing who he hung out with, replied, "Who needs a doctor: the healthy or the sick? Go figure out what this Scripture means: 'I'm after mercy, not religion.' I'm here to invite outsiders, not coddle insiders."
Adam Clarke commented, "...the most inveterate and dangerous disease the soul can be afflicted with [is] to imagine itself whole..."
I hope he moves toward God, or at least lets God move toward him. I liked him, and I'll bet God likes him too. He's just somewhere in the long process of meeting and knowing God. Like me and you.
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