Read: Deuteronomy 28:1-68, Luke 11:14-36, Psalm 77:1-20, Proverbs 12:18
Your eye is a lamp that provides light for your body. When your eye is good, your whole body is filled with light. But when it is bad, your body is filled with darkness. Make sure that the light you think you have is not actually darkness. If you are filled with light, with no dark corners, then your whole life will be radiant, as though a floodlight were filling you with light. (Luke 11:34-36)
These are the lyrics to the song above:
An old man vacationing,
He stands patiently,
Under a hotel sign that blinks “vacancy”.
He’s thinking maybe he’s too late to make the drop off,
Until a truck comin’ his way breaks his thought short.
And now he’s out of sorts, you can see he’s sorta nervous.
Walking to the passenger door to meet his ordered service.
“This is someones daughter working” blinks his conscience,
when the driver says “she’s my youngest, her name is constance.”
He comments “And it’s only six dollars a visit,
just don’t leave any marks on her, it hurts business.”
Thought for a minute, and confessed “Thats fair,”
sense it was three dollars less than his cab fair.
“How old are you honey?”
She says “I’m thirteen,”.
Her nose is runny, it’s raining in the Philippines.
He handed over the money in a chilling scene,
the truck drives off and now he’s on a hunt to kill her dreams.
The sign blinks “No Vacancy”.
He leads Constance to her room, he is ready for tapin’.
See, he’s about to turn six into six thousand.
And all you gotta do is click on your web browser.
It’s not illegal to use rapin’ as a cash crop, as long as it says she’s 18 on your laptop.
The sound of rain is the backdrop, layin’ there,
like she’s waitin’ for someone to say they care,
while the tears of God fall down the window pane,
she feels unholy, like the Father doesn’t know her name.
Mary Magdalen, and the women at the well, he knew everything that happened,
and in His arms she fell.
(In His arms she fell fell fell)
(Will you stay with me?)
He’s 21 and all alone in his household,
He’s tempted by the quiet he feels and the mouse he holds.
The silence of his spouse is cold,
so he’s about to help that man get his six thousand gold.
One click and now she’s sold,
Withholding his conscience,
Scrollin’ through he comments,
There she is looking confident,
A picture of Constance and a series of video clips,
The title blinks in bold letters, like the vacancy sign,
it’s his time to go get her.
It’s like his mind doesn’t know better,
Her soul is cryin out “Let me go” but he won’t let her.
He’s got her trapped inside his media player,
Held captive by a need to be player.
It’s a matter of he bein’ here and she bein’ there,
Thats why he doesn’t feel the need to care.
Guilt is in the seed he bears,
Fillin’ his shares of the profit on a 500 million dollar market
where children are regarded as product,
and traded like stock tips,
and raped for the sake of our pockets,
His laptop sits like a window into Constance’s room,
where he exits cause it’s almost noon,
and he’s expecting his wife home soon,
with new clothes for the baby,
she’d be angry if she saw his new lady,
a 13 year old Filipino named Constance.
Trust me girl, God has not forgotten.
He knew Mary Magdalen, and the woman at the well.
He knows everything that happens, and in his arms she fell
React: What we are viewing effects every part of who we are. If what comes in through our eyes is wholesome, so are we. If we are allowing sin to infest us through the gate of our eyes, it infects, rots, and corrodes every part of who we are. It kills our prayers. It eats at our conscience until we no longer have one. It corrupts how we think of, and ultimately how we interact with others. Our private life is destroyed. Our spiritual life is destroyed. Our social life is corrupted and everyone around us is diminished because we cannot give them what God would have for them through us. When our eyes are bad, every part of us is darkness. That’s not me talking on a soapbox, that’s what Jesus says. The pornography we look at, the movies we watch… it’s not just a secret sin or a personal indulgence. It corrupts us to the core. So what are we looking at?
God, help me to keep my eyes on You. It is so easy to fall into temptation. We are a visual society and everywhere we look our eyes are bombarded with lust and violence. Help us, help me to keep from allowing that bombardment to effect who I am in You. Even more, help me to avoid voluntarily placing before my eyes anything hat does not pass the Phil 4:8 test. Help me to remain pure and help me to speak with others in love in a way that will help them break free into purity. You are holy. Help me to be more like You.