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Sorry Magic Mike… You just don’t do it for me.

Magic-Mike-XXL-Title-Treatment (2)Those who know me know that I’m no prude. Trust me when I tell you that being raised with four rotten brothers and sisters shaped a warped sense of humor that I’m sure has crossed lines more times than I care to count. Sometimes, I think I’m hilarious. Other thoughts (while still hilarious) are way too inappropriate to blurt out.

Working on it.


I had a Christian sister secretly confide to me that she went to see the movie Magic Mike.   I’ve had Christian friends proudly post on social media that they’ve seen Magic Mike. I’ve even been invited by Christian women to join them for Ladies Night to see Magic Mike.


I don’t want to see Magic Mike.


And I‘m not going to.


Can I just be really transparent with you? I. Am. So. Frustrated. The line the separates culture and church is being crossed and blurred all over the blasted place. I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone (cue the disturbing music and black/white swirlies). Truthfully I’m just trying to find something stable to grab onto and get my bearings.


And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. –Phillipians 4:8


Did you brush over that verse or maybe even kinda roll your eyes, either literally or figuratively?  If you did, AND you are a Believer, can I just lovingly challenge you to check your heart?  Because I’ve done it too.  Scripture that convicts me, regretfully, is at risk of getting filed under old fashioned and outdated by me.  Yeah, I’ve brushed off holy words straight from the heart of God, and I’m ashamed for it.  But HE doesn’t change. I do. And the beautiful thing about being a Believer, having the Holy Spirit, and knowing truth is that even when you try, you just can’t shake it. It’s purifying effect is a mystery to me.  I open the Word of God and my equilibrium is suddenly restored.  Man, I need to do that so much more than I do.


So, admittedly, I don’t know the plot of Magic Mike. Truthfully, I don’t really care. I’ve seen enough through the movie trailer: a barrage of strobe lights, flashing body parts and as many pelvic thrusts as you can fit into 50 seconds.  I’ve heard Christian bloggers call it a hilarious movie while another raved that it’s “buckets of fun.” Some have even claimed it has a redeeming message.


One friend of mine encouraged us to have our grown sons see it—those who are going to be husbands one day.  She writes, “They need to learn that women aren’t here just to fulfill their needs…that women have needs of their own, namely attention, affection, respect…”


Now, I love this woman. She has such a  generous heart. I have watched her faith manifest itself in her love for children and the poor over the many years that I have known her. But on this point I disagree with her wholeheartedly. My boys can learn those qualities somewhere else for sure.


What if my 15-year-old son learns that I went out with the girls to see Magic Mike? How will he react when he sees that my definition of a fun night is watching men dance and strip to the steady beat of chanting women? Will he be disappointed in me? Will he see it as an open door to watch women do the same? No thanks.  I’m telling you, God designed him differently than us girls. The lie of a delightful playground can easily become an awful battleground over his heart and mind if porn tries to get a hold of it. Pornography hurts relationships and holds an insurmountable heap of battered and broken men and women under its powerful thumb.


Sexuality is a wonderful creation but outside the boundaries God established, it can be devastating. I’ve seen it too many times to count.


For the world offers only a craving for physical pleasure, a craving for everything we see, and pride in our achievements and possessions. These are not from the Father, but are from this world. – I John 2:16

No, I definitely don’t want to be that church lady. You know the one, right?  Judging everyone with that smug, disapproving smirk. I can’t stand that image anyway. Of course, I want to be relevant and trendy.  BUT I’d forfeit being those things to stand up and speak truth even when I’m sure I’ll be scoffed at. I’ll do my best to live a life that honors and glorifies THE ONE who offers the most powerful redeeming message of all!


Sadly,  if you watch me closely, you’ll see me fail most of the time. Even still, as the Twilight Zone theme song plays on I’ll do my best to stumble through the dark…always toward The Light. And along with my brothers and sisters, let’s use the very words of God to be our compass, to guide and guard us, especially when the lines get extra fuzzy.


Your word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path. –Psalm 119:105