Boobs and Chocolate Cake

So, right now, those two things have everything and nothing to do with each other.

This past weekend, Michael preached the first message in the new series at Oak Leaf Church called Storybook Sex. It was about love, respect, and boobs. Here are my notes from Sunday.

-You are ready to date when:

1. You have a strong relationship with God
2. You are willing to be single over marrying the wrong person
      -Concentrate less on finding the right person and concentrate more on being the right person.

-If you’re not for sale, don’t advertise.
-If your relationship with God is off, all other relationships will be off too.
-No other human can complete you. Only God can complete you. Don’t count on anyone else but Him for that.

So, that may have seemed random, but here are some examples.

You’re walking around the store, and then suddenly you see a lady in a low cut shirt. Do you just keep walking. If you’re a dude, heck no you don’t. You linger around, and take a couple of glances. I know this, because I have done this numerous times. I’m not proud of it at all. It sickens me. It lets me know that I have zero respect for her, and for all of the other women I have done that to. This is the definition of objectifying women, and it is my greatest sin. It has been happening to me since I was 13, and continues to this day. So, in Michael’s message the other day, he talked about a similar instance, and you can read that story here. But this is the gist. Dude, don’t be a prick and show some respect. Maybe these ladies have none for themselves, but that does not give you the right to totally deface and disrespect them. That message hits me in the face like Brock Lesnar, too. You’re not the only one. And I know that it is hard, but once we start respecting women, we will be respected more. I’m sure of it. I would love to not be a pig anymore.

And what does chocolate cake have to do with this? Well, one of the guys in my Tuesday morning men’s group mentioned it when we were discussing Michael’s message this morning. He has a buddy who recently fasted, and was doing really well. They also get together and have coffee some mornings. But the morning meeting the particular week of his fast, people decided to bring in chocolate cake, and all sorts of this other food. I can see what this dude was going through. He was being tempted hardcore! But he just kept staring, and kept getting closer and closer to breaking. And dudes, you will be tempted. So will I. When we are out tomorrow, heck, even when we navigate away from this particular webpage. It’s there. Temptation. It sucks.

But the next time you notice a girl’s boobs hanging out, don’t be that jerk who lingers. Keep going. Show some respect. Look her in the eyes. They are even more captivating. Maybe she will realize that you didn’t stare. Maybe she will realize that you looked her in the eyes, or noticed something else charming about her. So, don’t stare at boobs and don’t stare at chocolate cake.

I know that was long and random, but there is a good message in there. Thank you Michael for helping me realize what a demoralizing, objectifying jerk I am. I am going to change. I can. I will.