“Do not be deceived: ‘Bad company corrupts good morals.’” 1 Corinthians 15:33
A woman visits her pastor for counsel. She never needed help before but over the past year her husband’s behavior raised concerns.
“How may I be of service to you?” the pastor asked.
“It’s my husband. He has this website. It’s a blog. . .” She hesitated.
She respected her husband and felt uncomfortable expressing concerns about him behind his back, but her frustration became unbearable.
“Originally he said he wanted the blog to edify the saints but in between his essays on godliness he began objectifying women.”
“I see.” The pastor sniffed. “Objectifying how?”
The woman paused. “He is fixated on the breasts of other women and he gratuitously writes about them.”
The pastor clarified: “By ‘them,’ do you mean the other women or their breasts?”
The woman quickly answered: “Their breasts!”
“And this concerns you?” the pastor asked.
“Well, yes,” she replied. “He writes about breasts & boobs in explicit language. One time he created a fictitious conversation just so he could say ‘make her tits bigger!’ Another time he took a swipe at women who didn’t appreciate his literary style, calling them ‘small-breasted biddies.’”
The pastor looked genuinely amazed. “And this offends you?”
“Of course it does. I don’t think it’s appropriate for a Christian man to needlessly discuss the size & shape of any woman’s breasts on the internet. I fail to see how this honors God.”
The pastor’s confusion grew. He reckoned himself equipped to address her concerns because he had written a few books on marriage, the family, and child rearing. But this one puzzled him. He did not understand why a married woman took issue with her husband using vulgar language to describe women’s breasts on the worldwide web.
“Now our fifteen-year-old son chortles about ‘tits’ & ‘boobs’ and our fourteen-year-old daughter worries about her undeveloped breasts.”
She continued: “Last week he uploaded a provocative image of a woman posing across a piano top, lunging her cleavage at the camera lens. He held a contest for his readers. He asked them to meme the pic, encouraging them to name her breasts — but he did it with a wink and a nod. It was like a scene from a National Lampoon movie.”
The pastor giggled, “Which movie?”
“This isn’t funny,” she shot back.
The pastor couldn’t contain himself: “What’s the URL? I have to see who won this contest!”