Boob Tube

Four words....sex in the city. I have been addicted. Absolutely shameless, I know. I don't have cable. I don't subscribe to satellite. On a local station every week night, two back to back episodes are aired. It doesn't even come in all that well. I sit up and glue my eyeballs to the screen. It has been edited for content. Still, it is totally out of the realm of anything a Christian should be watching. I have felt somewhat justified because lots of women I know love this show. I recently started renting movies from an online service and I tried a season of this show for my first month's selections. The blinders came off, friends. This show is REALLY trashy. Which only titillates the senses more. I decided to openly pray about it. It isn't like God doesn't have an idea about what I'm doing. He knows. So I asked for strength in renouncing this. Guess what. I got as far as swinging my legs over the side of the bed to pad up the stairs to plop down in front of the boob tube (literally). I couldn't do it. That small, still, right voice said to me.....why do you want to watch filth? The old stand-by "hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil" continues to be true. If I want to go to the next level of intimacy with the LORD, then I have to give this garbage up. I started memorizing the 121st psalm today. Might as well replace garbage with something worthwhile.