After pride, lust is the vice that the devil prefers to use to lure people away from God. Lust blinds the mind of a person, and since it is the mind that enlightens the will, once blinded, it no longer has the ability to lead the will away from the irrational urges of the body. Lust is an undiscerning passion that acts on fantasies, thoughts, and desires. Lust always leads to irrational, reckless, ruinous, and self-destructive behavior.
About 10 years ago I stopped by another attorney’s office to talk to him about a case we were working on together. After we were finished discussing the case, I asked him how his two sons were doing. He responded by telling me that he had recently caught his 18 year old son viewing pornography on the internet. I asked him how he handled the situation and he said he told his son it was “silly” for him to be looking at pornographic pictures and videos on the internet.
For the past couple of month, articles have been popping up all over the place talking about the upcoming fourth season of the “award winning” television show, Mad Men. The show has won numerous awards for its “historical authenticity” and “visual style,” including four Golden Globes and nine Emmys.
We’ve covered The Idling Man and The Passion Bridge. The last critical lesson I believe every Catholic girl must be taught before she is allowed to go out on a date with a boy is: The Two Greatest Desires.
In last week’s article, The Unspoken Invitation, I told you there are 3 lessons I think every Catholic girl must be taught before she is allowed to go out on a date with a boy. I covered the first lesson last week: The Idling Man. This week I want to tell you about The Passion Bridge.
One Saturday evening in the early 1970’s (when I was in high school) I was watching the Miss Universe pageant on television with some of my brothers. At one point my mom walked into the room. On the TV screen was Miss Lebanon strutting around in a bikini. When my mom saw her she said (in a repulsive tone of voice), “She’s really ugly!” I immediately responded to my mom’s comment by saying, “No she’s not mom. She’s one of the most beautiful women in the pageant.” My mom shot back, “There’s nothing beautiful about her. She’s ugly!” Then my dad walked into the room, so I dragged him into the conversation by saying, “Dad, do you think she’s ugly?” He looked at the television and said, “No, she’s not ugly.” I looked at my mom and said, “Mom, you know she’s not ugly. You’re just saying she’s ugly because she’s wearing a bikini and you don’t think she should be parading around on national television in a bikini.” My mom then proceeded to lecture me, my brothers, and my dad about why it was inappropriate for us to be watching a show that had women prancing around on stage “half-naked.”