On a cold winter night in 1994, in the grip of a decades-long addiction to porn and illicit sex, I began my typical ritual of acting out sexually. I sat in a familiar parking lot of a XXX bookstore, unusually troubled by the routine I was about to perform even though I had carried it out too many times to count. I had a beautiful wife at home, but she was the last thing on my mind.
Less than a block from the porn shop sat a century old cathedral. Without warning, an impulse to set foot in that house of worship overwhelmed me. I walked toward the edifice, hiked the tall steps, and opened the monolithic oak doors. I sat in the back row of pews, he silence was terrifying. In that space, I reconnected with something I had lost--my true self. The part of me that wanted more than compulsion, shame, and despair.
That evening was the beginning of the end. Only a few months later, my wife caught me in a lie, and my double life was completely exposed.
What are you doing home so early?"my wife asked me as I walked through the front door.
"I just decided to come home," I answered. "But you just told me on the phone that you got called out on a job," she continued.
The puzzled look on her face told me she wanted to know more. I had called my wife to say I was working late. I wasn't. My scheme was to launch into my ritual of cruising for sex. But something made me change my mind. My wife was more than a little surprised when only twenty minutes later, I walked into our apartment.
"I said I might be working late." Now I was contradicting what I had actually said. This was the first time in as long as I could remember that I hadn't prepared an alibi.
"Either you got called out or you didn't. There's no maybe. Which is it?"
The blood drained from my face and my mouth went dry. "What I meant to say is--is--is that I would . . . be home late, but that I, I was le-leaving the office right then." I hoped that she wasn't noticing my perspiring forehead. "I had to take care of some things," I explained, praying she would let it go and change the subject.
"Michael, what's going on?" There was no use continuing the charade. She caught me. The dam holding back the lies and deceit burst. "I didn't get called out," I mumbled.
"Then why did you say you did? What were you doing?"
After what seemed like hours of silence, I spoke the words my wife has dreaded ever since. "There is something I have to tell you . . ."
For the next several hours I poured out my secret life: porn, prostitutes, people and places she knew nothing about. To say Julianne was devastated would be an understatement. She was in shock, betrayed, confused, angry. I slept on the floor that night . . . and many nights following, as she cried herself to sleep behind a locked bedroom door.
July 10, 1994, was the worst day of my life. It was the day on which I unleashed a hurricane of destruction and was forced to watch the woman I loved crawl in the wreckage. When I was single, my actions didn't immediately affect anyone in my circle of family and friends. Now the consequences of my recklessness could be seen in Julianne's eyes. I had caused my wife's worst nightmare to come
It was also the best day of my life. Though I was shattered, it was the day I finally understood Jesus' words recorded in the gospel of John: the truth shall set you free.
My own addiction to porn and illicit sex began in high school. No matter how close I came to getting caught, I always managed to jump in the manure and come out smelling like a rose. While working in church ministry in my mid-twenties, my addiction was nearly exposed in a newspaper story about a raid on an escort service. But even that didn't lead to change. I might stop for a time, vow to mend my ways, tear up my porn magazines, but eventually the insatiable urge would return.
Now, I've been counseling men with pornography and sex addictions for more than twenty years.
In my line of work, barely a day goes by that I don't hear a story about a man or woman who has lost something dear--their marriage, family relationships, job, ministry, reputation, self-respect--because of pornography. Of course, when we experience such loss, it also affects spouses, children, friends, congregations, and communities. Everyone loses when it comes to porn.
It's tempting to think that there's nothing wrong with a porn habit, that no one gets hurt. We think we're protecting our spouse by not telling them. We think we're providing ourselves with a respite from a stressful day. No matter how we justify or rationalize it, in two decades of counseling, not one (person) has told me that pornography made them a better husband, wife, father, parent, employee, or friend.
My message to those who are in the snares of sexual compulsion is two fold. First, you can be free and whole. Trying to manage and white knuckle this issue is not as good as it gets. Others have walked a trusted path to healing and recovery, you can too. Start by deciding you will come out of the shadows and into the light. Talk with a friend, professional counselor, or Twelve-Step Group like Sex Addicts Anonymous.
Second, sexual compulsions are not actually about sex. Almost a century ago, G. K. Chesterton wrote that the man who knocks on the brothel door is knocking for God. If he were writing today, he might say that the man who surfs online for porn is surfing for God. Consider what the Apostle Paul wrote in Corinthians that "sex is more than mere skin on skin. It is as much spiritual mystery as physical fact." (1 Corinthians 6:16, MSG).
Beyond bodies seeking and experiencing sexual pleasure --all of us reach toward some spiritual mystery we cannot see, touch, or comprehend physically. Maybe this is why describe great sex as "spiritual," and utter "Oh God!" during climax. To deny the spiritual hunger hidden within the sexual impulse is to set ourselves up for a never-ending cycle that only leads to desperation, despair, and bondage.
God is not mad at you if you are struggling with sexual compulsion. In fact, that secret, hidden place of your greatest struggle, failure or shame is exactly where God wants to meet you and give you a great gift. I should know. It happened to me.
Michael John Cusick is the author of Surfing for God: Discovering the Divine Desire Beneath Sexual Struggle (Thomas Nelson, Inc.). An ordained minister, spiritual director and Licensed Professional Counselor, he is the founder of Restoring the Soul (http://restoringthesoul.com/) a ministry providing soul care to Christian leaders. Michael currently serves as an adjunct professor at Denver Seminary. He holds an M.A. in Biblical Counseling from Colorado Christian University and an M.A. from the College of Education at the University of Denver. Michael lives with his wife, Julianne, and two children, in Littleton, Colorado.
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I don't understand how you all came with the idea that Christianity is against sex. All of the pastors I've known, including ones in my church right now, are all married and pretty much all have kids. Sex is perfectly normal (only with your spouse, of course)
Religion has made sex and sexuality "nasty." It creates strictures, taboos, shame, and guilt. It withholds knowledge, prizes ignorance and believes that not knowing the truth about sex is the best defense. It ruins marriages by teaching the participants that even their own desires for each other are "carnal" and somehow "fleshly" or "wicked" and that sex must be a "holy" thing. As a result there are a lot of sexless marriages out there, and there are a lot of marriages on their way to becoming sexless.
The author says nothing about sex between him and his wife. Only that the discovery of his need and actions threw him out of the bedroom and (nearly?) wrecked his marriage. He says nothing about what his sex life is now. Reading the article one might conclude he thinks he is free from sex, that God has taken care of it all.
The Church has done much damage and will continue to do a lot more. As long as it continues its policies it will create more victims instead of allowing sex to be known, understood, and appreciated as the gift that it is.
I do my Bible study at home , with my wife and kids !
Sexuality is NORMAL, and part of the human experience.
If "Christians" like yourself would spend more time on tolerance love, and compassion than vilifying fertility and sexuality you would be far better off in the eyes of your GAWD.
(btw, i was born again in Christ at 13, and still hold Him close to my heart)
Now we have another huckster trying to make a buck off a book.
Christianity has attempted to bind sexuality in few rigid paradigms and attempts to control it through shame and humiliation but any attempts to over control sexuality only send it underground. Just be who you are, there are a number of people who are not made for monogamy.
God is not mad at you for having sex, god doesn't care if anyone has sex, these creepy priests do.
So God should promote condoms.
Quote :
"*sigh* Yes, don't examine your underlying issues, your life, or anything that might actually CAUSE this behavior."
Precisely.
Don't examine your RELATIONSHIP...your motives...Abnegate responsibility for your own chronic lack of introspection to "God" and "Jesus", or any other superstitious, convenient fairy-tale.
Sad. Pathetic. Tragic.
J.B.