Item #: Purit-0003-016-00903
Category: Sermon Illustrations
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Main Point: Commitment to one woman is difficult when the culture’s mentality is that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence.
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I remember being told that a person that has their feet in both worlds cannot be happy in either. During my life I have not seen anything truer than this. I am a casualty in a lifelong war between myself and my sin. Between my spirit and my flesh, between my heart and my mind. A war over inches, conflict. I found myself surrounded by a culture that supported the chase. It supported the what if. An environment of careless variety. The grass is greener on the other side so always be on the look out for the next best thing.
Even in the midst of budding romances, I was never able to settle my heart. The allure of the chase never lost its grip on my mind, never fleeing from my tempters but instead seeing how long I could last with no real effort put into changing my situation and a curious fear of what might happen—stalemate. There is a dream I have of obtaining a perfect relationship that has filled my years with an idealized selfish fantasy. It is the curse of the hopeless romantic. The choice to live in the delusion of the ideal.
This of course has caused me to avoid any tangible growth. Put simply, it is the pursuit of the perfect partner. Nowadays, our culture prides itself on independence, cultural freedom, and personal choice yet I have never felt so completely trapped. Everywhere I turn there is a moral pollutant. Our society is a prison which a person must transcend. We are called to be in this world but not of it. Actions produce results. We can choose to fight impurity or give in. Therefore I refuse to see myself as a victim of circumstance but as a victim of indecision, complacency. Reflecting on this has made it so obvious. I have chosen to walk this path alone. As a result I am standing here alone. All that age brings is more opportunity to betray myself and every year I get one year older and one year colder and one step closer to losing track of what I originally set forth to become. Alone.