Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)
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I've gotta get something
off my chest.
Cleavage.
Everywhere I, uh,
look, I can't avoid, uh, seeing it.
It can be really
distracting if you know what
I mean.
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While I've spent
a lotta my life returning to my dad's counsel after rejecting it when first
offered, I heeded this one except when wearing dark sunglasses, "Always
look into the eyes of a woman and don't let your eyes drift
down to her..."
You know...
Something has
happened in the last few years that's made that really, really, really
tough/challenging to pret' near impossible.
Cleavage.
It seems that
everyone in the other gender's got it from the youth with augmented trainers to
geezers with erector sets for...
Couple that with
the increasing # of tattoos with half showing above the cut line and the other
half left to the imagination/inquiry, it's really, really, really
tough/challenging to pret' near impossible to heed my dad's counsel.
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I would never
even attempt to get into the minds of women who let it all, uh, hang
out/up/down/around; but several thoughts come to mind apart from comfort,
culture, and, uh, pride.
Advertising.
Flirting.
Seducing.
Wantonness.
Temptation.
Uh, modesty does
not come to mind.
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Getting back to
temptation, guys are very visual.
Psst.
I think some
women who let it all, uh, hang out/up/down/around know that and do that to attract
roving/wandering/carnal eyes.
I may be wrong
but I think some women like being sex objects.
If that's not
true, then why do some women use 'em like eye candy?
See how easily it
is drift from...?
Temptation.
Bad things that
taste good.
If ingested,
indigestion soon follows.
Solomon, who knew
more about women than most of us, wrote about the penalties of succumbing to
'em (e.g., Proverbs 5-7).
Truth is I've
never heard of cleavage enabling cogitations/conversations on ecclesiology,
eschatology, Christology, soteriology, or...
But I know other
thoughts have entered the minds of men upon, uh, sightings.
Let's, uh, face
it.
Cleavage is
tempting to ignoble thoughts and even...
I mean, uh, I
like to, uh, look.
Really, if you're
a guy, you like to look; unless, you know, you're not into chicks.
And if you're a
woman who likes showing cleavage, you know what you're doing; and if you don't,
the problem may be even...
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Solution.
Correction.
Attempted solution.
A nun once
counseled me about temptation, "When tempted, turn to the
right!"
She meant turn to
Jesus.
I do; or, at
least, I try.
Psst.
Jesus came as our
Savior as well as Lord because do
and try aren't
always on the same page.
Getting back to
Jesus, He knew cleavage and other temptations would be tough/challenging and
often pret' near impossible to avoid/overcome; so He taught us to pray,
"Lead us not into temptation."
In other words,
Jesus knew we often succumb to temptations because we wanna succumb to 'em
because bad things taste good and most of us don't bother to think of the
consequences/indigestion of ingestion - again, that's why we need Him as our
Savior as well as Lord who cuts slack for our inability/unwillingness to be
perfectly His - and so He taught us to implore/beg Him to keep us away from
stuff that ain't good for us.
Cleavage is
always in, uh, sight/grasp; meaning we often need His help to
steer/stay/stare away from it.
Don't miss the
inductive metaphor.
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So here's how I
do it so I don't do it if
you know what I mean.
I pray,
"Lord, You told me to ask You to not lead me into temptation because You
know me and know my inclinations to ingest what will make me sick. So I'm
calling You on that right now. Lord, do not lead me into this
temptation. Lead me away from it. Do whatever is necessary to keep
me away from it. You told me to pray like this because You know I do/will
fall and fail to stay away from it on my own. So it's up to You,
Lord. If you want me to stay away from it, You're gonna have to..."
Catch the drift?
Psst.
It/He works!
Whenever I pray
like that - like He
taught me/us to pray - the supplication is always satisfied.
Now if I'd only
always pray like that.
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Uh, point.
Cleavage is
always in our faces.
Whether intended
or ignorant, it's distracting.
Admit it,
gentlemen.
Or as a favorite street
preacher friend of mine likes to say, "You can't fix what you won't
face."
Admitting it,
accept His way out of it.
Turn to the
right.
Turn to Him.
And beg if/when
necessary, "Lead me not into temptation."
Now read Matthew
7:7-8 and James 4:3 in quick succession.
Cleavages cave
when clinging to Him.
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Blessings and Love!
6 comments:
BOB: Thank you for keeping me "abreast" of this situation. Since this is a religious blog, were the women all wearing "cross your heart"
bras?
Silly Bob! Don't you read the Bible:
"A woman shall leave her family and cleavage unto her husband."
Dr. K.,
Man, did you ever nail it on this one!!! I cannot believe how much shows in the pews these days! lol And if it's difficult for me, a woman to ignore all that is exposed, whew, I can only imagine how men must feel. I mean, really, where do you look? If you look away, there's another woman in the corner of your eye exposes as much, if not more! I am embarrassed on behalf of my gender. Women, we don't need to dress like prudes and prunes to avoid exposing ourselves...just some common sense and even some fashion sense would fix this! I am so sick at seeing angel wings sprouting out from booties and flowers on boobs...ugh!!!!! Help us Jesus! It makes me cringe!
Thanks for this one! And for letting me express my thoughts! hehe
sounds like a case for gay pastors....
also explains why I gave up having couples kneel for wedding vows --- especially with video cameras....
Bob Hope: thanks for the mammaries....
Just came back from lunch in downtown DC on a very hot day. Gals were hanging out at both ends. Sheesh... Had lunch w/a very nice fellow pastor, a very attractive woman by the way, who was the most modestly dressed female I saw all day. It's nice being able to talk to a woman w/o distractions. Or in this case listen - she's going through a tough interim and just needed to vent. She also bought me lunch. A good experience all the way around. And yes, my wife knew where I was going and with whom.
Pastor Bob:
Boobs a lot, boobs a lot. Gotta like boobs a lot - The Fuggs.
Nothing wrong in admiring beauty. Perhaps the first thing we see/appreciate are either boobs or the face of whoever nurses us as babes. God's gifts to enjoy not abuse.
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