Last year, I wrote a blog post called “Diving through the Waves of Uncertainty.” It’s a personal story of from when I was 17. I was faced with a barrage of persecution, contradiction, and what I now call “scornography.” Fortunately, with the help of the Holy Spirit, I was able to find my way. I’m sharing this story here because I feel prompted to share it. It might help someone who’s passing through the same fire.
I see scornography—media that blames, mocks, belittles, slams, and tears down—the same way I see pornography. If you spend any time with it, it’s venom will spread like a black spider web across your mind. It will bind you and block your ability to see and understand God’s hand in your life. In my mind, there’s not much difference between the two when you consider the damage they can cause.
A Mountain to Climb
We all have the same mountain to climb. We’ll climb different faces, hike trails of our choosing, meander from camp to camp at the base. That doesn’t matter very much. What matters is that God our Father stands at the peak, offering His help with an outstretched hand. If we can manage to lift our eyes from the trail we’re on at the moment, we might just see Him there. He is always willing to help when we ask for it with all our hearts. I know that for certain.
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart. (Jeremiah 29:11–13.)
In spite of my grinding weaknesses, I keep looking for the top of that mountain. With tattered togs, bloodied knees, and a broken spirit, I intend to keep climbing. I don’t know if I’ll reach it in one piece or not, but for now, I’m taking one step, one confession, one apology, and one prayer at a time.