Since coming out of the fog in 2004 some things have become clearer and clearer to me so I want to set the record straight. When I wrote this apology letter to you, my children, there is still an element of “blaming” the woman for provoking male lust via “immodest dress”.
Nowadays, I think that a Christ-like man should be able to see a woman in the most provocative dress and seductive expression or even in erotic nude porn and not feel lust, but feel sad for her captivity and pain.
And nowadays, I think that girls and women should be able towear a tank top and shorts, or a lovely little evening gown guilt free. For more on enjoying God’s creation without crossing the line see http://mychainsaregone.org/
Some of my daughters went with me to a “Purity’s Power” seminar by Lisa Bevere on dvd. She spoke of the “packaging” and had a liberating message against the legalism of hard and fast “clothing rules”.
As I was contemplating this update about how my views have changed since 2004, I also thought of one of my daughters’ favorite books “Redeeming Love”, and how Angel was dressed up like a harlot and paraded in front of a leering crowd, but her modest spirit rose above it and shone with a heavenly glow to that lost crowd.
In “Redeeming Love” by Francine Rivers, Jonathan escorts Angel and two captive children out of the brothel where the chief pimp had forced her onstage:
“I really must ask, Jonathan. What were you doing in a place like that?”
He laughed softly and kissed her forehead. “I don’t really know, my love. . . It was a strange day, Priss. Something gnawed at me from noon on. I couldn’t put my finger on it. . . I simply felt the need to walk. . . I was passing by that place and heard that devil making a speech. The place was such a ruckus, I went in to hear what he was saying.”
“But why? You loathe him.”
“I don’t know why. I just felt compelled. He was introducing Angel. It was obscene. It wasn’t his exact words. It was his manner, the insinuation. I can’t explain. I felt like I was standing in a pagan temple and he was the priest introducing a new temple prostitute.”
“Why didn’t you leave?”
“I thought of it, but every time I did, something told me to wait. Then Angel came out.”
“She is very beautiful,” Priscilla said quietly.
“It wasn’t her beauty that held me, my love. She was so young, and she walked to the center of that stage with such quiet dignity. You can’t even imagine it, Priss. Those men, they were like all the hounds of hell baying at her. And then she sang. She was so quiet at first, no one could hear her. Then the noise died down until the place was silent except for her.”
He felt his throat constrict and tears burned. “She was singing ‘Rock of Ages'”