Unka Glen's Citadel of Enlightenment

Anonymous asked: I’m teetering on the line that divides purity and sexual immorality. I’ve grown up in the church my whole life so I know all of the reasons why I’m not supposed to have sex or fool around outside of marriage, but I still find myself not caring anymore and just wanting to go for it. I’ve found access through friends and drinking into a new world that I enjoy. I enjoy who I am when I drink, and I enjoy the attention I get from girls in those situations. Anything to say? 

Unka Glen answered: Nope. Go for it. Probably this whole new way of life will end up being great. I mean, think of all the people that noticed that drinking and getting attention form the opposite sex felt good, and invested their time and money and life to pursuing that good feeling. Almost none of them ended up at the bottom of life, addicted, burned out, or dealing with some form of STD.

C’mon brutha, don’t ask me to talk you out of what you know to be a bad idea, if you’re determined to learn things the hard way, what can I say, except I’ll still be here to help when you’re done. You aren’t charmed, you’ve seen the consequences of chasing that life, and you can’t avoid those consequences any more than you could avoid getting wet by walking between the raindrops.

But when you’re sad and depressed, any existence that numbs the pain, while simultaneously giving you the feeling of acceptance, is a pretty powerful thing. The only problem is, it’s not a cure for what ails you, it’s just a patch on the symptoms. Meanwhile, if you find it hard live with yourself now, try waking up in a strange place having done God-knows what, and see how much harder it gets.

For you to even consider this, there has to be something wrong with your walk, and you won’t find peace until you work it out. And I’d guess that it has something to do with you feeling like you let God down. And that you despise yourself because of that, so you might as well pack your bags and head out on your own, to at least milk some pleasure out of your empty existence.

But here’s the truth: God doesn’t care about all that. He just wants you. He doesn’t want you to perform like a puppet on a string. He wants the real you. Rebellious, carnal, clueless, and wayward as you may be, He wants you. It doesn’t make sense, but heck, when did love ever make sense? 

Before you throw away your relationship with God, throw away your religion, it probably didn’t have much to do with who God really is anyway.