Understand something before you read this article.
This is not just a rant. This is not just my opinion. This is the overflow of God’s broken heart for a generation of women, and men, who have lost sight of love.
This is TRUTH as best I know it.
So here it is, straight up…absolutely everything that “50 Shades of Grey” stands for, is the EXACT OPPOSITE of real romance.
Real romance is not a human construct that can be molded and remodeled to fit our personal fancies. Real romance is a divine dance, choreographed by God, designed to bring Him glory and us lasting joy.
Romance isn’t sacred because people have made it that way.
Romance is sacred because it is a PICTURE OF THE GOSPEL. Human love stories are meant to be living, breathing, reminders of God’s undying love for humanity. The way a husband woos and cherishes his wife is meant to be a reflection of God’s SELFLESS sacrifice for His creation.
Point: The greatest love story of all time involved a MAN being beaten in the place of His bride, NOT a woman being sacrificially beaten to satisfy the self-serving desires of a man.
Any plotline that deviates from this premise isn’t just bad storytelling, it’s sacrilege.
When you mess with romance, you aren’t just messing with personal preference, or archaic views of “traditional” marriage, you are messing with the IMAGE OF GOD.
There’s a reason God takes sexual sin so seriously.
True love, always, always, ALWAYS, finds its joy in the joy of its beloved. True love ALWAYS seeks the comfort and satisfactions of it’s beloved above it’s own.
Not because I said it, or I think it, but because GOD said it.
No more explanation needed.
God made a whip once.
The Gospels tell us that Jesus became so enraged with the way people were treating His Father’s house that He made a whip out of chords, barged into the temple, and laid waste to the crooked regime that had set up camp in the courts.
Why?…Because they were they making a mockery of His Father’s name. Their twisted tactics were morphing the image of a Fair and Giving God into a Cheat.
I wonder what Jesus thinks when He sees people making a mockery of his sacred plan for romance, where women believe the only way they can gain the affection of a man is to sacrifice their own bodies on the the altar of his chosen pleasure?
….I wonder what would happen if we let Jesus loose in Mr. Grey’s playroom. I’m pretty sure “overturned tables” would be an inadequate description of the ensuing carnage.
So consider these words my whip. I am not angry because my toes have been stepped on, or because my pride has been wounded by the way Ms. Steele is portrayed in this film. I am angry because the image of my God is being dragged through the mud and embraced by the world.
So for those of you who are tempted to excuse this movie as harmless entertainment or a recipe for reigniting life in the bedroom…remember the cross, where real love takes shape.
There is no room for compromise here…where love runs one color, red.