Saturday, November 19

Fighting Sexual Sin

I have always loved the way Tozer phrases things. But it is his careful scrutiny and boldness that makes him stand out, especially in these days of wimpy "toleration." In the name of such toleration, those who should sound the battle cry have been badgered into leaving the front lines of the battle and slinking away to the rear eschelons in the name of love! What kind of love is that which leaves the world to duke it out with an evil devil without a godly witness empowered by the Holy Spirit? The following is certainly a subject that is no longer relegated to quiet little rooms. It must be broadcast from pulpits. We fight a serious fight, and a spiritual one. Well, let me quote Tozer one more time in an effort at least to bring to light the hidden secrets of darkness, and in exposing them to plea for hope in Jesus Christ. There's always hope through Jesus Christ, who is the Savior of all those who put their trust in him. 

Spiritual Warfare and Sin: The Erotic Age
It is actually reported that there is sexual immorality among you, and such sexual immorality as is not even named among the Gentiles-that a man has his father's wife! (1 Cor. 5:1)
The period in which we now live may well go down in history as the Erotic Age. Sex love has been elevated into a cult. Eros has more worshipers among civilized men today than any other god. For millions the erotic has completely displaced the spiritual....

Now if this god would let us Christians alone I for one would let his cult alone. The whole spongy, fetid mess will sink some day under its own weight and become excellent fuel for the fires of hell, a just recompense which is meet, and it becomes us to feel compassion for those who have been caught in its tragic collapse. Tears and silence might be better than words if things were slightly otherwise than they are. But the cult of Eros is seriously affecting the Church. The pure religion of Christ that flows like a crystal river from the heart of God is being polluted by the unclean waters that trickle from behind the altars of abomination that appear on every high hill and under every green tree from New York to Los Angeles.  

Born After Midnight, 36-37.

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