Helpful Resources on Pursuing Sexual Purity for Men


Great Web Site with great resources: http://www.porntopurity.com/ 

One of the best if not the best book on Sexual purity for men: www.everymansbattle.com/ 

A powerful and practical small book about speaking about homsexuality. Homosexuality is here; are we gong to ignored this reality or are we going to deal with this issue with truth and love? http://stores.newgrowthpress.com/-strse-900/Homosexuality/Detail.bok 

Rediscovering Sexual Purity: http://www.lifeaction.org/static/uploads/media/pdf/summithandouts/Rediscovering_Sexual_Purity.pdf 

The Purity Principle: http://www.wtsbooks.com/product-exec/product_id/5020/nm/The+Purity+Principle%3A+God%27s+Safeguards+for+Life%27s+Dangerous+Trails+%28Hardcover%29

The File Room


I got this story from a fellow writer Mrs. Helen Olenjin. She is not sure who wrote the story, but I hope that this story be a blessing to you as it was for me.
 
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room.  There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files.  They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.  But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.  As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Friends I Have Made”.  I opened it and began flipping through the cards.  I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. 
   This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life.  Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.  A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content.  Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.  The file named “Friends I Have Made” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed”.    The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird.  “Books I Have Read”, “Lies I Have Told”, “Comfort I Have Given”, “Jokes I Have Laughed At”.  Some were almost hilarious in their exactness:  “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.”  Others I couldn’t laugh at:  “Things I Have Done in My Anger”, “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents”.  
   I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.  Often there were many more cards than I expected.  Sometimes fewer than I hoped.   I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.  Could it be possible that I had the time in my 30 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards?  But each card confirmed this truth.  Each was written in my own handwriting.  Each signed with my signature.  
   When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To”, I realized the files grew to contain their contents.  The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file.  I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.  When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts”, I felt a chill run through my body.  I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card.  I shuddered at its detailed content.  I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.  
   An almost animal rage broke on me.  One thought dominated my mind:  “No one must ever see these cards!  No one must ever see this room!  I have to destroy them!”  In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out.  Its size didn’t matter now.  I had to empty it and burn the cards.  But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.  I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.  Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.  Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.  
   And then I saw it.  The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With”.  The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused.  I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands.  I could count the cards it contained on one hand.  And then the tears came.  I began to weep.  Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me.  I fell on my knees and cried.  I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.  The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.  No one must ever, ever know of this room.  I must lock it up and hide the key. 
   But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.  No, please not Him.  Not here.  Oh, anyone but Jesus.  I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards.  I couldn’t bear to watch His response.  And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.  He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.  Why did He have to read every one?    Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room.  He looked at me with pity in His eyes.  But this was a pity that didn’t anger me.  I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.  He walked over and put His arm around me.  
   He could have said so many things.  But He didn’t say a word.  He just cried with me.  Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files.  Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.   “No!” I shouted rushing to Him.  All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him.  His name shouldn’t be on these cards.  But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine.  It was written with His blood.     He gently took the card back.  He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.  
   I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.  He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”  
   I stood up, and He led me out of the room.  There was no lock on its door.  There were still cards to be written… 
Until the whole world hears…   
  
   Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.  For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.          Psalms 100:4-5 

God’s Ways are Better: A Word of Encouragement for Those Pursuing Sexual Purity


  By Mr. Dennis Owen

When God has asked you to do something, what has your response typically been? If you struggle to obey, what hindered you? Did you lack trust in God’s love? His wisdom? His power?

Knowing and doing God’s will depend on how well you know him and his nature. Because God is love, His will is always best. He wants you to live an abundant life (John 10:10). So when God gives you a command it is to protect you and lead you toward His blessings. He does not want you to miss out on the fullness of life He wants you to experience. God’s instructions regarding sexual purity do not restrict; they free you. God’s purpose is that you prosper and live:

“When your children ask you later on, ‘What are the stipulations, statutes, and ordinances that the LORD our God commanded you?’ you must say to them… ‘The LORD commanded us to obey all these statutes and to revere him so that it may always go well for us and he may preserve us, as he has to this day. We will be innocent if we carefully keep all these commandments before the LORD our God, just as he demands‘” (Deuteronomy 6:20 -21, 24-25).

Suppose the Lord says, “I have a gift for you — lovely, pleasing expression of what love is. I will provide you with a wife who will love you. Your relationship with this woman will bring out the best in you. It will give you an opportunity to experience some of the most genuine and important dimensions of human love that are possible. That woman will walk alongside of you to inspire, challenge, and strengthen you when you lose heart. Within that relationship, your wife will love you, believe in you and trust you. Out of that relationship, I will bless you with children, and those children will grow up to love you with all of their hearts.”

But then He cautions, “You have heard that it was said, ‘Do not commit adultery.’ But I say to you that whoever looks at a woman to desire her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” (Matt 5:27-28). Is this command meant to limit your happiness? No! It is to protect you so you can experience love at its human best. What happens if you begin to view your marriage vows as restricting, choosing instead to ignore God’s command and to be unfaithful to your spouse? The love relationship in your marriage will be ruptured. Trust will disintegrate. Guilt will set and bitterness will fester. Your children will feel the pain as well. Emotional scars may severely limit the future dimensions of love you and your family could experience together. God knows what the terrible effect of sexual immorality, so He clearly warns you not to succumb to impurity of any kind as these are not fitting for the saints.

Dare to trust God! His commands are designed to guide you to the best He has to offer. You will struggle to obey Him, however, if you do not trust Him. You will not trust Him if you do not love Him. And you will not love Him unless you know Him. But if you come to know Him as He reveals Himself to you, you will love Him, trust Him, and obey Him. The Bible is clear at this point: if you love God, you will obey Him! If you do not obey Him, you do not really love Him, regardless of what you may claim (see John 14:24).

So, how do we get trust? Let me challenge you with an honest wager. Dare to trust God, and the Spirit of God promises to bear witness with your spirit that you are a child of God (Rom 8:16). If you are willing to risk believing (committing all that you know of yourself to all that you know of God as the ultimate leap of faith), the Spirit of God guarantees an inner witness that sets our minds at ease. As you meditate on this truth, ask God to reveal His nature to you. Ask Him to develop in you confidence to trust Him anytime He has an assignment for you. Then as you follow and obey Him, He will direct you in ways that are best for you and for the situation into which He calls you. Since God is all-knowing, you’ll never have to question the wisdom of His directions — even when they don’t make sense to you. His plans are always right. God is all-powerful, so you need doubt your ability, strength, or resources to complete his assignments. He will keep you pure and will equip you to accomplish all he calls you to do.

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