And today’s celebrity sexual abuser is….allegedly Dustin Hoffman.
I am sick of sexual abuse. I am sick of sexual abuse in the news. I am sick of sexual (and physical) child abuse lying behind the presenting issues of every tenth (conservative guesstimate) person I have a pastoral conversation with. I am sick of ‘me too’. I am sick of a society which hangs it all out for you to see, where no surveys find that less than 50% of us watch porn and where a sense of sexual entitlement leads to a feeling that my wife / sisters / daughters / female friends cannot go out without being leered at. SICK SICK SICK
Here’s a simple idea from the old school:
What if we got the idea into our national consciousness that the best place for sexual intimacy, sexual contact and sexual arousal is in a lifelong, committed relationship between one man and one woman, recognised by the community and blessed by God as suggested in the second chapter of the bible, or by Jesus in Matthew 19? (For the sake of a those more liberal than my reading of the bible, let’s also include lifelong same sex sexual relationships here). Could it be that we could then all talk openly about sex and relationships without tittering innuendo and embarrassment? Could it be that couples struggling with sex could talk with counsellors with the aim of restoring their lifelong relationship to sound emotional and sexual footing? Could it be that the sex industry would collapse and sexual slavery would end? Could sex and relationship education climb out of the too little, too late, too biological, too much peer pressure to perform trap? Could it be that we’d realise that habitual porno self-love is antithetical to sexual relationships between human beings? Might my daughters be able to walk down the street without the feeling that they’re being objectified? Might the housing crisis draw to a close? Might I feel less sick? Might we be less sick?
Occasionally someone thoughtfully shields the innocent ears of a Christian pastor from sexual detail….. Which is lovely…. But it’s too late. Because I’ve heard too many confessions and seen too many broken lives and have also watched the news occasionally and let me tell you…. we are sick sick sick and the answer is SIMPLE SIMPLE SIMPLE.