For me, it wasn’t that slavery to porn was all that desirable, but it was easier for me than trusting God. Sure, I knew the cruelty of the slave master’s rod, but at least in front of my computer screen, he delivered predictable rations. In the wilderness of trust, however, I would be asked to die to my selfish demands and enter the unpredictability of following God’s Spirit.
In order to finally overcome being a slave to porn, I needed to confess my sin of unbelief.
Trusting God on my way to the Promised Land.
When I felt totally inadequate and rejected in life, it was easy to long for the “pots of meat” offered by pornography.
There, in that fantasy world, I was never rejected. But God was calling me to repent of needing the approval of others, pursue His glory above all (1 Corinthians 10:31). His approval is far better than the approval of women made of pixels on a screen.When I felt pathetically lonely, sitting at home while all my friends were out on dates with their beautiful wives, I longed for the rations porn would deliver, the temporary illusion of intimacy. But God was calling me to trust Him as I entered the risk of godly intimacy with a real person. God can and will take all my relationships—even my failed ones—and use them to conform me to the image of his Son (Romans 8:29).
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There were nights I felt genuinely angry at God for not giving me the spouse I so clearly “deserved” and the life I so desperately wanted.
I would run back to the slavery of Egypt as my way of throwing a tantrum at God for not catering to my desires. “Fine, God, you won’t give me what I want. I’ll take it however I can get it.”
But like a loving Father, God called me to stop acting like the older brother in the parable of the prodigal son (Luke 15:29-31), acting like God “owed” me something.
In the wilderness, when I was still a slave to porn, God taught me that He does not relate to His children this way. As a Father, He knows me better than I know myself. He knows exactly what blessings are best for me in His perfect timing.
And like a loving Father, He spoke tenderly into my spirit, saying, “Everything I have is yours.”
Longing for the Promised Land.
The only thing that cures a longing for Egypt is a longing for the Promised Land. I need to begin believing that what God offers me, even in the unpredictability of following Him, is far better than the false promises of porn.
I know until I get to that land, Egypt will still be in my blood.
I still bear the scars of my former slave master’s whips. In my foggiest moment, I will naturally be drawn to the memory of the pots of meat.
But God feeds me with the heavenly manna of Christ’s broken body. He has given me a taste for milk and honey. And He has given me traveling companions that constantly remind me that though we were once a slave to porn we are on our way to our true home.
