Child Abuse: 50 Shades of Lunacy
UPDATE Sept 2021: I have come to believe that Jeff Crippen does not practise what he preaches. He vilely persecuted an abuse victim and spiritually abused many other people in the Tillamook congregation. Go here to read the evidence. Jeff has not gone to the people that he spiritually and emotionally abused. He has not apologised to them, let alone asked for their forgiveness.
Matthew 18:5-6 ESV (5) “Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me, (6) but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.
My wife and I decided to cruise on over to the valley yesterday evening on the motorcycle to find some warmer weather. Having succeeded (it was some 25 degrees warmer than at our house), we stopped at a little Mexican restaurant and sat outside on the patio to eat. It turned out to be one of those times when you are blessed with hearing the conversations at the next table whether you want to or not. (Loud cell-phone talkers bug me too, right? That’s another story).
Anyway, here is this group of maybe 8 adults, men and women, and a young girl, maybe about 12. Sure enough – and nowadays you can just about know it’s coming – the conversation turned to Fifty Shades of Gray (Ida Mae recently said that as many “Christians” as are reading this thing, maybe they think it is about defective laundry detergent?). There was the usual nonsense about how wonderful this series of books is, and one guy whose alcohol consumption had made his mouth run ahead of his brain, told the women at the table how much their husbands would like it if the women read 50 Shades.
And then the women got on board. They ranted about how great this thing is. Then, get this, the mother of the girl – with the girl sitting right next to her – said “Yeah, I ordered that on Kindle. Oh right, I need to get that deleted from ______’s Kindle. Insert the girl’s name in the blank.
By the time we finished our burrito con pollo, the table’s topic had turned to even more edifying subjects. With the girl still there, another of the women started expounding on the wonders of some game that is “definitely only for adults.”
What is that little girl in for in her life? Is there any reason that we should think that the Lord would not consider all of this to be child abuse?
I told my wife that I would be happy to stand up and chew on them all for awhile, but people like this are beyond the reason of words and common sense. We left them to their third topic: why gin is better than tequila. Deep. Really deep.