We are all consumers. As modern, 21st century human beings, we must be, for we have basic needs that we ourselves - more often than not - are unable to meet (pragmatically), and this positions us to take on the role of a typical western consumer (purchasing food, clothing, or shelter).
Some veteran Jackson Mississippi Samson guys' musings, recommended resources, and Samson Society news / updates (all written by 100% Grade A - Human Intelligence)
Weekly meetings available to you are as follows:
Tuesday at 6:30 PM, Truitt Baptist Church - Pearl. Call Matt Flint at (601) 260-8518 or email him at matthewflint.makes@gmail.com.
Wednesday at 6:00 PM, First Baptist Church Jackson - Summit Counseling Suite - 431 North State St. Jackson. Call Don Waller at 601-946-1290 or email him at don@wallerbros.com.
Monday at 6:30 PM , Vertical Church - 521 Gluckstadt Road Madison, MS 39110. Mr. Roane Hunter, facilitator, LifeWorks Counseling.
Wednesday at 7:00 PM, Crossgates Baptist Church. Brandon Reach out to Matthew Lehman at (601)-214-4077 for further info.
Sunday night at 6:00 PM, Grace Crossing Baptist Church - 598 Yandell Rd. Canton. Call Joe McCalman at 601-201-5608 or email him at cookandnoonie@gmail.com.
Thursday, August 19, 2021
MSRP / Impulse Buy / Loss Leader - The Economy Of Internet Porn
Sunday, August 8, 2021
Olympic-Sized Lust / Pole Vault Ass Cam / Erection Marketing
Earlier this week, an old Samson friend met me for lunch at a swanky, posh Jackson, Mississippi eatery that's a magnet for rich, white people, and on this particular sultry Mississippi August day, they were out in droves.
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
10x More Potent
Lust via sexual fantasy isn't (by God's grace) a chronic problem for Rob, though for the majority of my post-pubescent life, it was a big, big problem that I can wholeheartedly say I was in bondage to. And oh, how I wish that hadn't been the case. For all of those lust-fueled sexual fantasies separated me farther and farther away from both my God and my wife (whilst married).
Friday, February 26, 2021
Sex, Distorted / Elevated To Polarize
During the summer of '94, I backpacked through western Europe with 5 or 6 other individuals, most of which were Mississippi State architecture students (as I was). Being there for 7 weeks, I was fortunate to visit 11 countries with the focus being notable buildings - urban and rural, gardens, etc. I was in my early 20s at the time, and my colleagues were of similar ages. All of us behaved scholarly during the entire trip unlike some of the other college students who were there at the time (per my observations). And I'm not saying that to boast. To be honest, we were just a bunch of geeks who were best suited to keeping our attention on the "tasks at hand".
Friday, November 27, 2020
Disembarking From The Anticipation Roller Coaster
The Children of Israel were needing to get a handle on their feelings during the beginning of their journey out of Egypt (where they'd been enslaved) to the Promised Land. They'd been subservient to the Egyptians as their minions for 400 years, and when their rescue came, it was to God's dismay that they rather quickly jettisoned their gratitude, leaving behind the inability to relish their newfound (forever) freedom.
Saturday, November 21, 2020
Value Should Never Have Been Equated To Sexiness
Tuesday, October 6, 2020
The Infidelity Vaccine / Salacious Selfies
I have Covenant Eyes on every Internet capable device I have access to, and the reason for this is I cannot be trusted online whilst by myself. As an introvert, in particular, the Internet presents an opportunity for Rob to escape into the digital abyss, and I've taken this approach so many times prior that it's now my default online modus operandi. Covenant Eyes in a sentinel program that constantly monitors my screen(s) for salacious imagery via its algorithmic magic. From there, it compiles screenshots that the software believes should be reviewed by my accountability partners - every few days, once a week, & so forth. And those accountability partners receive those reports via scheduled emails.
A few months back, I get this forwarded email from my accountability partner. It was one of my Covenant Eyes reports titled "Recommended Review for Rob" and within were all these blurry thumbnail-sized screenshots. The images were obviously amateur photos of a buck naked man who looked as if he were either absolutely caught off guard or having a grand time.
My heart stopped beating and time stood still.
"Oh no."
The photos were selfies of none other than me.
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My mother cheated on my dad when I was between 9 and 10 years old. I was in 4th grade, and as an only child, I vividly remember the massive familial fallout relative to this ongoing tryst. The man who seduced my mom was her boss, and apparently, he was quite the specimen of an older man. Based on what my father has shared with me regarding this harrowing season within their marriage, "Ron" was so intimidating / influential that my dad refused to confront him. Instead, he hired a private investigator to follow them, take photos, bug their hotel rooms, etc. From there, he had the goods on my mom to nail her to the wall, all the while sinking into a deep despair as the love of his life betrayed him over and over again.
But (for better or worse - I honestly don't know which) instead of him choosing to take a legal stand, he chose to stay with her, but as punishment for her 6+ month (or longer) long fling, he decried her forever, unequivocally untrustworthy. Therefore even today, he holds all of this illicit behavior over her head. It's nauseating to witness, yet her own self-loathing that grew out of this tryst actually feeds off of his scorn and continually indirect shaming. Therefore, as you can imagine, all of this dysfunction has made a distinct impression on me as the Junior.
Keep in mind too, I'm a 48-year old man, therefore this adulterous event occurred almost 40 years ago when my parents were both in their mid to late-twenties. Their marriage was almost brand new, and they were very young. All in all though, it's a freaking long time for anyone to live under their spouse's thumb, yet that's the summation of the tolerated dynamics within their very unhealthy yet not at all unique marriage arrangement.
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Northpark Mall was brought online in Ridgeland, MS in the early '80s, and man, it was no doubt a huge retail success for central Mississippi. My few friends and I would hang out there most every weekend, and eventually, once I turned 15, I began working there at the Chick-A-Fil. Good memories.
I distinctly remember the interior color palette and many of the seemingly neverending storefront retailers. It was the epicenter of activity during the 1980s. A venerable church of consumerism.
This past Saturday, my family met my parents at the Renaissance mall which is also in Ridgeland. This retail complex was brought online in the relatively recent past, and just as Northpark was during it's heyday, it's been a huge commercial success. As we did our fair share of loitering, I began to feel quite nostalgic.
The differences though between these two mall experiences are just distinct enough (taking the decades between their origins into account) for its patrons to believe that they're experiencing something completely new and different, but they're really not. Overall, they're all put together just like every other retail mall mousetrap just with a revised shine for the next generation of consumers.
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Jesus made quite the declaration when he told his followers that lust in a man's heart equated to adultery.
Do what? Did I hear that one correctly?
That's what he said.
He did this because he obviously knew man's heart well enough to portend that sin originates from there.
I walk a fine line whilst choosing to lust. Overall, I have a deep seated understanding of just how devastating infidelity can be to a marriage / family. Just as my own children have a firsthand experience with watching their parents suffer through a spouse's debilitating illness and all the ramifications therein.
But, an experiential vaccine does not provide 100% immunity. No vaccine does.
I'm still vulnerable, if not moreso - considering my pedigree.
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One of the first questions my Covenant Eyes accountability partner asked me regarding the aforementioned report was "What is going on?". He couldn't tell via the blurry thumbnail photos within my report that they were of Rob. Therefore, I explained, and from there, he asked who I'd sent them to. I replied by saying "No one". And that was the truth.
But it served as a needed wake up call.
No more selfies. No matter how novel or mainstream the experience may seem.
Thanks be to God for Covenant Eyes and my accountability partner.
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The entire foundation of western culture is built on novelty. We as a people celebrate it, revere it, worship it. Therefore, it permeates everything within corporate America, and as such its influence is exponential.
I would argue that most trysts grow out of this same dumb reflex of ours as human beings whether it involves the latest technology gimmick or otherwise.
We human beings really are sheep. So stupid. So impressionable. So easily deceived. Yet, our Enemy lies to us constantly regarding this.
"You will surely not die."
Wednesday, September 2, 2020
Is It Acceptable To Be Critical Of Your Spouse During A Samson Society Meeting? / Where (In The Grand Scheme of Things) Is The Importance In Marital Sex? / Why Is Fornication / Adultery So Prevalent?
Let me address the first question.
There's a difference in being critical and being derogatory. Derogatory comments / critiques aren't respectful of the absent (or not) individual, therefore they're not welcome regarding anyone else but oneself (if you feel so moved).
Strictest confidence brings about safety relative to any subject matter one would like to introduce within a Samson Society meeting, therefore bring it on. So long as it's not derogatory.
One rule Angie and I have abided by as a married couple is our refusal to speak negatively about each other to anyone besides each other...under any circumstances. Since we've stuck to this for close to 25 years, it's almost impossible to talk about her at all in any sort of negative light. Even within a Samson Society meeting. Considering that, we do not shy away from being critical of each other when deemed necessary.
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Question Two.
I've only had intercourse with Angie a few times in 2020, and only once after May 29 (post-stroke).
Vaginal intercourse is the ultimate expression of complementarian marriage. In particular, the yielding of the wife relative to penetration by the husband.
I personally know men who've been married for longer than I have, and who've only had vaginal intercourse with their wives two or three times over the decades past. And these two individuals (within that marriage) are perfectly healthy, physically attractive human beings. They just choose to not have any sexual intimacy. Ever.
Hence, as you can imagine, the desire for sexual intimacy wreaks havoc within this icy arrangement, and from there, the marriage becomes nothing more than a roommate situation. Progressively though, couples who choose to allow this amount of massive abstinence to occur within their marriages can't help but grow bitter and resentful of each other (as well as themselves). For they know that marriage is marriage is marriage due to the implied regular, natural sexual intimacy involved. It would be like owning a beautiful manual transmission convertible sports car but having to leave it forever garaged.
Meeting couples like this has been eye opening to Rob relative to the fundamental importance of regular hot sex in the marriage bed.
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Question Three.
Sexual intimacy isn't discussed by persons of respect / authority to teenagers. It simply isn't. Ever. Never. Never.
Therefore, teenagers are left to cope with puberty amongst all the relational high school / collegiate madness that comes with it, and most of them end up in bed as a default. And this is not surprising.
Vaginal intercourse is perfectly pleasurable and absolutely desirable. For men, it is truly an effective means for experiencing an emotional / physical release that's unlike any other experience he'll ever have. For ladies, it's that awesome sense of security that's baked into allowing a man into themselves. Security which says to them, "I'm safe and secure within the arms of this man. His masculinity is what I desire first and foremost during this moment of connection. He will protect and take care of me."
Every adult somehow navigated through puberty themselves, and most did so as every generation behind did. It happened on their own with little to no help from anyone else. Therefore, there's little, if any, desire to "give back" or "return the favor" to the next generation since there's no favor to return.
It's a bad situation that's ripe for narratives being put into play early on from which dictate individuals' lives far into the future. And within most of those narratives is shame and regret, confusion and discord. Sometimes even assault, sexual abuse, and rape. All of which are only there to isolate us from God's love and concern, forgiveness, and clear direction relative to his plan for our sexual selves.
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Does The Punishment Of Hell Worry You? Does It Affect Your Point Of View Regarding Those You Care / Don't Care About?
Monday, June 1, 2020
Dirty Old Man / The Allure Of The Seductress - Part 1
Yet, here I was sitting next to this Dirty Old Man on his couch watching the CRT screen as it projected an image that was just too shocking yet also too enthralling for me to look away from for those few minutes.
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Regularly, when I was a child, neighbors of ours would babysit me after school 'till early evening as my mother worked. This couple was a little younger than my 'rents, and they had two daughters of their own. The mother of this household had parents who also lived within our 'hood, and therefore on rare occasion (thankfully), I would be left with them instead (especially if it were over the weekend). Her parents lived within a ranch house just as everyone else did within "Traceland North" that had the inevitable CRT TV cabinet stationed within the living / den space.
The Dirty Old Man (my regular babysitter's father) worked as a mailman. I vividly remember this. He was small in stature and not surprisingly, there was a striking physical resemblance between father / daughter. And, in many ways, this resemblance also carried over into their personas. Callous / jaded are the best words I can come up with to describe both of them based on the vestiges from +/-40 years prior.
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So, here I was on this humid Summer evening on St. Augustine Dr. in Madison (just a few houses down from my own) back in the early '80s watching porn next to this Dirty Old Man. I remember he kept flipping between the porn channel he desperately wanted to watch and others, but eventually, he simply stationed himself on the images of the countless beauties all lined up and exposing their voluptuous breasts. To describe it further, a mainstreamish porn program was airing that was essentially a topless beauty pageant, and I believe the host was someone akin to a lookalike, very aroused Lyle Waggoner.
Thankfully, the Dirty Old Man's wife eventually strolled into the den and scolded him for watching the smut, and this seeded enough conviction for him to flip the channel away from it for good.
Nonetheless, the damage had been done despite there only being a few minutes of exposure on my part.
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I've had men tell me that they've had similar childhood experiences with their own version of the Dirty Old Man, but usually theirs didn't have the element of obvious conflicted seductiveness that mine did. And what I'm referring to is the allure of the smut that I witnessed as a boy and its affect / impact on the Dirty Old Man. Please know, I have no recollection of him attempting to "usher me into the world of men" or anything of that sort on this particular evening. If anything, he was simply annoyed that I was even there that night due to the fact that my presence was no doubt agitating his own very horny conscience. Therefore, not only was I interrupting his private pleasure viewing but no doubt taking up precious space within his rancher.
So what of the allure of the seductress through porn or even within day to day life coupled with the role of the Dirty Old Man? Is it she or he (or both) that's to blame here? If so, why? Aren't women rightfully qualified to harness whatever means possible to enjoy their lives / promote their own welfare? Too, aren't men at times simply qualified as rightfully Dirty when they find themselves facing their arousal templates (within beautiful women or otherwise)? Sexuality is a gift from God, is it not? Therefore, why did this feel so very wrong to me as a boy?
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Years ago, "Friend Finder" is what an old friend of mine called the hookup site he utilized to connect with two local women remotely. He took both of these new "Friends" on dates before deciding on one in particular as his newly found romantic partner. This friend of mine (we'll call him Dean) hadn't dated anyone for as long as I'd known him (+/-5 years). Instead, it was his many pets that he adored (literally) during what little downtime he had, as he worked long hours as an electrician. I suppose hookup sites like "Friend Finder" were catered somewhat to introverted men like Dean. Nonetheless, I remember clearly inviting Dean to bring his new "Friend" with him to my parents' abode for dinner one night in an attempt to respectfully celebrate his newfound relationship. I did this out of honor and respect for my friend.
First and foremost, the woman he was now dating was physically captivating. I distinctly remember being caught off guard by how seductive she looked when she stepped out of the car there on my parents' driveway.
Dean had family money (primarily in the form of land). Lots of it (for Mississippi). For that reason as well as his new "Friend's" propensity to encourage Dean to consume alcohol (he was an alcoholic as his father was), Dean's family immediately (mother, sister) grew very suspicious quickly.
But, oh my goodness, this woman was absolutely sexual, ramped up to level ten. And this seductiveness combined with Dean's years of chastity ushered him into a sexual sin-laden milieu that crushed / warped his pre-"Friend Finder" hyper-rational self.
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As an aside, only on one occasion have I seen a Samson man describe his wife as a sex addict. In essence, blaming her obliquely for their marriage's travails. And in response to this shocking revelation, I didn't actually find the sex addict title to necessarily run afoul with my impression of her and her story (as told over time by him to me). Oddly enough, seeing the two of them together with their children coincidentally seemed to actually confirm some of what he'd shared. She was off the charts confident in her poise within any and all situations. And again, her sexualness too, was ramped up to level ten just as my aforementioned old friend's (Dean) lover's was.
Summing these two ladies up here as follows: Considering a man like myself (w/ my sexual hard wiring), for these two ladies to invoke even a tad bit of interest / arousal, absolutely proved their "sexualized merit".
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In closing, Dean's aforementioned "Found Friend" would eventually begin stalking him by sitting in her car outside the restaurant where we'd be eating during the Samson Society "After Meeting". Dean overtly refused to not answer her text messages, therefore this served as a means for her to track his whereabouts - even whilst attempting to get help via our Christian community. Eventually, Dean and his "Friend" had a physical altercation at her home (whilst shacking up) that involved one of Dean's beloved handguns. By God's grace, despite the gun going off, no one was hurt. This event thankfully served as a wakeup call for Dean to move out as the attorney fees hit his pocketbook relative to the assault charges she filed against him.
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More questions for us to look into in the future. Why is it that fornication is considered sin according to Scripture? I know I've asked this question before within other posts, but obviously it has a multi-faceted answer.
Why is it that Jesus demanded the obedience of his followers' sexual thought life?
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An old Presbyterian friend of mine used to cite the Scriptural passages that equated sexual sin to harnessing fire outside of a secure firebox (fireplace), and therefore demonstratively wreaking uncontrolled havoc on those who handled it so stupidly.
This analogy makes me think every time about my parents as teenagers and the ramifications of their collective poor choices, but primarily, I think about the power that so many women choose to so masterfully wield alongside the Dirty Men (old or otherwise) who play their own role within that seductive dance. This power and this role we'll discuss further next time. For I believe, it is one of the most personally capitalistic relationships that exists today within our western world.
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Monday, February 24, 2020
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I can remember one of my bosses alluding to me potentially finding a record of "hot tub sex" on his laptop's browser back in the early days of the www (dial up). This occurred whilst asking him if I could borrow it to do some research for an architectural project I was working on. He obviously didn't know how to clear the browsing history, and subsequently, he blamed his stepson for what I might stumble across, which I thought was both clever and cowardly.
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The adult bookstore I browsed through that day in Houston while Angie was across town at Second Baptist Church had one thing I wanted to experience, and that was the "back rooms" where you could screen porn within what can only be described as "porn stalls" (they're like makeshift ADA compliant bathroom stalls). I'm not sure how I became familiar with these backrooms being in existence conceptually, but nonetheless, I was intensely curious. Since this was well before the advent of the www, these backrooms served as an outlet for men to not only screen porn but to hook up with strangers as well (this latter purpose hadn't quite registered with me at the time).
I had visited my local adult bookstore here in Jackson on a few occasions, but I was not about to even inquire if they had a back room area for fear of looking even more perverted / bumping into someone I knew, but in Houston, TX, due to my anonymity, these concerns weren't valid. Hence, my foray into the seediest, most despondent place I've ever found myself within - literally it's the closest thing I've experienced to hell on Earth in terms of the emotional fallout.
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So, why was I doing this on such a noteworthy Saturday while my wife was preparing to celebrate with her college friend?
I wanted to look at gay porn whilst satisfying my curiosity / rebellious itch. It was as simple as that. Plus, I felt empowered / predestined to do so.
And this did occur within one of those "porn stalls" prior to me making a discreet exit. Thinking back on it now, it was similar to the time I skinny-dipped in our neighborhood swimming pool around 1 AM on a summer morning as a high school student.
After cleaning up (they conveniently provided paper towel dispensers), I decided to never, ever, ever do this again. It was akin to stepping off into a cesspool of darkness, and the shame inducing clincher for me was the audacity of me willingly participating in these shenanigans behind my new wife's back - while she was at church nonetheless!
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I've had friends who've chosen to also venture down the same adult bookstore back room road that I just described, only to find themselves taking strangers with them back home for sex.
It can happen. You get a lot of horny men together...within a setting like that...really dark outcomes can result.
And this leads me to our present circumstances relative to the www and the opportunities which abound for hook ups / porn use galore. Right from the comfort of your own home / office. But before I go there...
To circle back to my former boss and his stepson story, I never once believed he wasn't the culprit, but too, I didn't get the sense that it was more than a one-time affair. Of course, I may have been wrong, but my hope is, even to this day, still intact.
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So what is the difference in a one-time event versus a several-time event? I did title this post as such.
All of us take that first step into sinful behavior. Whatever it may be. This behavior is what defines us as fallen. But its those who return back to that same behavior that are truly selling their souls (I'm convinced of it because I've done it!).
My dad has told me a story (on a few occasions) of him traveling on business as a young man, and taking the opportunity to consume pay-per-view porn within his hotel room. Apparently, he was up most of the night as he took advantage of the privacy / convenience. From there, he made a commitment to never return to that sinful behavior, and knowing my father, he kept that promise to himself from that point forward, knowing full well that sexual sin just isn't a problem for him and never will be.
When I was at my lowest point whilst working in Cleveland, MS, it was both the isolation as well as the gosh awful shame born out of - yet again - returning to Internet porn use. Oh how much self-loathing I was in bondage to! It was absolutely suffocating. Hence, I was desperate for rescue and relief!
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Sometimes, we must get to that point. That point where our "solution" literally begins to rip our souls in two in order for us to be in the very best place of desperation. Desperation which precedes God's hand of impactful acting deliverance.
I have a Samson friend who I've known for many years now. He's not active within the community but once was here in Jackson back when there was only one centralized group. His communication with me is and has always been fragmented / sporadic, but nonetheless succinct and therefore enough to sustain the cursory relationship. For quite some time, he's reached out to me during his lowest periods, and I've always been honored to lend an ear. Whether it was related to his struggles with alcohol, his family, his health, work or his sexuality.
Last Friday, I received a call from him, having not heard anything for a few months. He was in a tough spot again with his health and work.
So, I listened and we prayed.
But then later on during that same day, he disclosed the truth about where he actually was holistically (figuratively) as well as what he'd been up to since we last spoke.
And that's when my heart broke, and I found myself reliving vicariously those final months whilst in Cleveland, MS. The sense of powerlessness was immense combined with the fear and desperate heartache for my rebellious brother.
And I'm still there in many ways, even as I type this.
There's something to be said - as human beings - for dabbling in sin. It truly is what defines us like a viral infection that affects every part of our lives. That being said, it's genuinely stupid and high risk yet very, very normal. But it becomes altogether different when you commit yourself to that sinful behavior, forgetting these truths, returning again and again to choices which will ultimately lead to certain death. May all of us see that slippery slope. God help us all to long for redemption and rescue from ourselves before it's too late.
Thursday, February 6, 2020
Powercoitus
Most middle age Mississippi men are overweight as a result of zero involvement in physical activity. Fried foods and loads of carbs are their mainstay southern meals, topped off with either booze or diet soda.
And oddly enough, Christian men seem no different overall here in the great state of Mississippi. I didn't want that for myself long-term despite the fact that it feels like a natural progression as men age.
This trend is fueled by a lackadaisical mindset towards being fit that's become epidemic. Hence, a man's tastebuds rule along with his eyes.
See it, smell it = eat it (lots of it). Physical fitness = zero interest.
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On Christmas Day last year, I went for a run with one of my daughters who was riding her bike beside. I believe it was around 10 AM. Our typical route is essentially an access road that runs parallel to adjacent neighborhoods to our own. From what I recall, it was sunny out and very mild. Whilst making our way to our turnaround point 1.5 miles from our house, I couldn't help but notice an SUV loaded up with four fat, unkempt mid-30s white men who were all glued to their pocket computers, poking and scrolling, punching and loving on those precious things. 20 minutes later, during our return trip, they were more or less in the exact same spot idling in the middle of the road, all doing the exact same thing.
Then I realized what they were doing. Call it a cultural epiphany.
Christmas Day Pokémon.
I then stopped running and walked up to the vehicle. It took a few seconds for anyone inside to take note of my presence before the driver rolled down his window. From there, I asked him if I could pray for them. He stared at me whilst rapidly blinking. I then reached in and grabbed one of his hands. He reflexively put down his cellphone and bowed his head. My off the cuff prayer for these men went something like this.
"Dear Lord. Thank you for this Christmas and for Jesus who we celebrate on this special day. We pray this morning for a mindset of honor and respect towards your holiness and love for us. We ask that you help us to be men who acknowledge the gift of your son, Jesus, throughout our lives. Go with us throughout the remainder of this day. In Jesus name I pray, amen."
From there, I smiled, thanked them and continued to run. And I haven't seen them since.
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Over the past few weeks, I have made one change to my strength training regimen, and that's incorporating powerlifting (or some semblance thereof). Powerlifting is maximum weight, but for Rob it's really just much more weight than I'm used to for a few less reps. Still, it's been a shock to my system on one hand while truly invigorating me on the other. There's something about pushing myself towards a breaking point within 10 steady, very heavy reps. In fact, it actually hurts to do these reps at some of my joints. All in all though, it's energizing to test my limits. In many ways, I feel as if I've trained all these years to now move to this next logical level. And not because I'm trying to prove something or gain additional muscle mass. Instead, I'd like to think I'm headed in this direction as a natural physical progression - particularly considering that I'm not naturally athletic by any means.
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Back in 2014, a client of my 'rents up in the Mississippi Delta was interested in having us assist their hourly employees with enrolling them into Obamacare, therefore I was volunteered to take on this task. Most of these were good natured, hardworking men who'd been employed there for some time. It was interesting to assist them in enrolling, and obviously I learned a lot as they answered each enrollment question personally.
One fairly young man stated that he had fathered a dozen children via a dozen different women. I asked him why, and he said he'd always wanted a lot of kids. Thinking back on that today, I believe Eddie Murphy has a similar story that he's made no attempt to shy away from. It also makes me think of men within countries like Belize or Africa where the notion of engaging in powercoitus is a way of life.
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So what is powercoitus?
It's the natural progression of intercourse when it's exclusively classified as a physical activity, divorced completely from the emotional / spiritual. Not unlike strength training or running.
Coitus is meant to stay within the confines of marriage. Whilst there, it represents the union between husband and wife. But, of course, that's only by choice. It's not like a husband's wiener will only fit within his wife's vagina.
So, what lays the groundwork for men to progress towards powercoitus?
Sexual activity early in life and multiple sex partners either prior to or during marriage. Not to mention a propensity for some men to emotionally engage exclusively via sexual activity.
My Silas has stated that if there's one thing he could erase from his past, it would be his memories of the women he'd intercoursed with prior to marriage. And this is due to the fact that those memories gnaw at him even today. To be more specific, they complicate his relationship with his wife because they're part of a narrative that should never have been written with his body.
The Bible cites sinning against one's body. Especially as a Christian, it identifies the body as the temple of the Holy Spirit. Therefore, sins committed against one's body are distinct, and unfortunately make a lasting impression.
And this is where powercoitus begins to seed itself as a naturally feeling, physical progression. All the while, the spirit of God living in us as Christians is prostituted.
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A new friend of mine (tangential to Samson Society), who's a resident of sunny Florida, has been married for decades to his beautiful wife. They're in their late 50s, have grown children and numerous grandchildren. This man is also into strength training (as is his wife), and we connected thanks to Mr. Nate Larkin at some point late last year. It's been my privilege to walk with Todd over the past few months.
Throughout Todd's marriage, he's been unfaithful via +/-80 sex partners, and none of this powercoitus was anything more (initially) than for the fun of sexual activity alone. On some occasions, the sexual relationship would develop into a friendship as well, but always, the initiator / language of connection (if you will) was sex. If you do the math, taking into account a 20 year period of time, that equates to one new sex partner per quarter (every 90 days). And that, dear reader, is a typical example of powercoitus.
Whilst dialoguing with my new friend about this eye-opening part of his story, he admitted that many, many more sex partners came to be - over the past 5 to 8 years - thanks to the advent of hookup apps.
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And that leads me to my conclusion.
Money making technology is being created / refined daily to exploit men's fleshly bent towards powercoitus. That is sexual activity with no strings attached. Hook ups. Friends with benefits. The swinger lifestyle. And it's leading an awful lot of people straight to hell.
Therefore,
beware of powercoitus. It feels so right and looks to make sense as a natural progression, but like everything else that works against God's will, it's a massive deception.