The Fall<\/h4>\n
The iPod touch brought lust: rampant, untamed and hidden. Lust led me down a slippery slope of Google searches for pictures and YouTube videos of naked women. All within the walls of a Christian home with Wi-Fi restrictions.<\/p>\n
Lust taught me to live two lives \u2013 thriving on the outside and dying silently on the inside.\u00a0I learned how to please my parents and avoid being caught.<\/p>\n
Lust led me to pornographic websites on unrestricted Wi-Fi outside of our home. These websites left my eyes repulsed but my veins flowing with dopamine \u2013 only to crash in waves of guilt, shame and regret. Yet lust whispered lies, promising that more would fulfill me and heal the guilt, shame and regret. So I went back, over and over again, for four years.<\/p>\n
Never once <\/em>did lust deliver on its promise of fulfillment. Instead I was enslaved in chains of guilt, shame and regret, so heavy I lost the strength to stand.<\/p>\n Yet God was relentlessly pursuing me\u00a0\u2014 a porn-addicted son, ridden with guilt, trapped in bondage and isolated in fear.<\/p>\n My sophomore year of high school, my mother, suspicious, gave me the book \u201cTribe: A Warrior’s Battles – A Purity Game Plan for Guys<\/a>\u201d by Michael Ross. Night after night, I stayed up late reading through it, hoping to find freedom.<\/p>\n I came upon the chapter titled, “Reveal Your Secret Struggles.”\u00a0That\u2019s the last thing I can do.<\/em><\/p>\n Fear closed the book.<\/p>\n Hope opened it back up and wrote in the prayer section:\u00a0God, please give me the courage to tell my father that I watch pornography<\/em>.<\/p>\n For two weeks I prayed that prayer. Every night, I\u00a0took two steps up the stairs in hopes of telling my father, only to break down crying because I couldn\u2019t wreck the image of the perfect Christian son my parents had raised.<\/p>\n The chains of guilt, shame and regret were too heavy for me to lift, but not for God. Early one morning while I was reading through the book and my Bible in the basement, my father walked down the stairs and asked what I was doing up so early. I said I was reading through the book Mom had given me.<\/p>\n He walked toward me and grabbed the book. Heart racing, I felt fear and hope. He opened the book and read aloud, \u201cGod, please give me the courage to tell my father that I watch pornography.\u201d<\/p>\n Tears poured down my face as I looked into his disappointed eyes. For the first time, he saw my heart\u00a0\u2014 broken, sinful, guilty and ashamed.<\/p>\n He asked, “You watch people having sex?”<\/p>\n “Yes, I do and I hate it, but I can\u2019t break free.”<\/p>\n “You know this is sin, and God hates sin.”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “You need help, and I can help you.”<\/p>\n “Yes, I need your help.”<\/p>\n God moved, breaking the chains that separated my parents and me that day. He\u00a0gave me an opportunity to be open and honest about my struggle, and I was initially, but I didn’t share my whole heart.<\/p>\n I had been found out, but I still wasn’t free. Because a pornography addiction<\/a> doesn’t just heal overnight. Years of images and pervasive thoughts aren’t simply erased.<\/p>\n I committed to being accountable to my father. We had meaningful conversations addressing sexuality from a biblical viewpoint. We studied Fred Stoeker\u2019s \u201cEvery Young Man\u2019s Battle<\/a>.\u201d<\/p>\n Weekly, he would ask how I was doing. But would I tell him the truth?<\/em><\/p>\n In reality, I wasn’t OK. I wasn\u2019t accessing pornographic websites, but I was viewing pornographic content on social media and lying to my father, telling him I was fine<\/em>.<\/p>\n After a year of little change, the whispers of lust enticed me to return to those websites. I knew the truth, but once again I chose to believe the lie that lust would fulfill me. So I finished high school, silently battling lust and pornography weekly. Could freedom be real?<\/em><\/p>\n After graduation, I attended Summit Ministries<\/a>, a biblical worldview conference. The conference addressed a variety of hot topics … including pornography. When Sean McDowell spoke about porn, he gave startling statistics: Two in three men and one in three women in the church struggle with pornography, and one in four internet searches are for pornography.<\/p>\n I struggled to believe those numbers.<\/p>\n That night at our small group meeting, our leader closed the door and said that everything said in the room would stay in the room. Then he shared his story\u00a0\u2014 his own struggle with porn.<\/p>\n I was blown away. I had assumed that because Summit was a Christian camp, they wouldn’t want to hear my struggles with porn. But hearing his story changed everything. That night I shared everything with the small group, and all six of the guys in that room shared similar stories of struggling with pornography. I was furious\u00a0\u2014 if we were all struggling with this, why was no one talking about it? I had thought I was alone.<\/p>\n Yet God was relentlessly pursuing me\u00a0\u2014 a porn-addicted son, ridden with guilt, trapped in bondage, no longer isolated in fear, but surrounded with support.<\/p>\n So I called my father. “Dad, I want to be free of pornography.”<\/p>\n “You said that last time.”<\/p>\n “I know.”<\/p>\n “So you\u2019ve been lying to me?”<\/p>\n “Yes, I have.”<\/p>\n “So what\u2019s going to change this time?”<\/p>\n “God has put it in my heart to pursue Him rather than pornography.”<\/p>\n “We\u2019ll see what you do when you get home.” Then he hung up the phone.<\/p>\n My father had lost all trust in me and rightfully so.<\/p>\n Before I left Summit, a staff member said, \u201cThe shell of the former you is waiting for you to crawl back into it when you get home, but you don\u2019t have to.\u201d I wanted nothing to do with my former shell. I prayed that God would set me free and give me chances to speak out for Him.<\/p>\n I flew home, then drove straight to a baseball tournament. Before the game, in front of my teammates, my coach said, \u201cWhat did that Christian camp teach you, Begeman? Did they teach you to kill all the homosexuals?\u201d<\/p>\n My teammates stared in anticipation.<\/p>\n \u201cI think homosexuality is a sin issue. I struggle with pornography. Should I be killed?\u201d<\/p>\n Did I just say I struggle with pornography in front of my entire baseball team?<\/em><\/p>\n After the game, some teammates confided in me about their personal struggles with pornography. I wasn’t alone.<\/p>\n After the tournament, I finally arrived home. I set my phone on the table and walked away. When I turned around, I saw my mother perusing through my phone. Afraid but hopeful, I asked what she was doing. She was installing accountability software. Thank God for my mother. That night, I told my mother every detail I had kept hidden, hoping my story would serve to protect my younger brothers.<\/p>\n That summer I called as many guys in my contacts as I could, sharing my struggles with pornography and my freedom in Christ.\u00a0His power is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9<\/a>). Getting to talk about real problems and the hope Jesus offers was life giving. God was taking my mess and turning it into my message.<\/p>\n After coming back from Summit, my brothers said, “You’re different. You changed.” I was a new creation (1 Corinthians 5:17<\/a>).<\/p>\nThe Truth Revealed<\/h4>\n
The Next Year …<\/h4>\n
Identity Change<\/h4>\n
Transformation<\/h4>\n
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