I did some porn-fighting at the dentist's office yesterday. I removed an inappropriate magazine with the caption, "How J-lo got her butt back" and a horrid picture of Jennifer Lopez's backside on the front cover. I left the building with it tucked under my arm, and I threw it in the recycling bin at the post office.
It was a small action, but it felt good. I know I am one person, but I can make a difference in this fight against bad stuff. We all can.
It's like recycling. It may seem like one family could not make a difference to the earth by throwing some garbage away in a different container. I know my kids would be relieved if we didn't recycle, but I believe that small efforts over time add up to big results.
I just had a thought: What if that magazine were recycled into some paper that got sent to school children in poor countries, so they could learn to read and write? I am subconsciously searching for metaphors of beauty coming out of ashes. (Isaiah 41).
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