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What if I don’t want to stop.
I had a consultation with someone this last week that was somewhat out of the norm for me.
Most of the people I speak with are in a place where they have struggled with pornography for a significant period of time and want to end their involvement with it.
That was not the case with the client I’m going to tell you about.
He was earnest and open with his wife and church leaders.
He seemed honestly desirous that he could be in full fellowship with the saints and still view pornography because of what it had done for him.
Before anyone listening gets out the pitch forks, I would like to take a step back and just touch on this perspective.
For this client, who had some recent issues that made zoning out important to him, pornography had become an escape to which he could go for relief from a painful struggle.
According to him, his wife seemed to be accepting of it.
So let’s talk about, what if I don’t know if I want to stop
I have only had a couple of people that have come to me with this type of scenario.
In fact, two people.
The first, really wanted me to say that pornography viewing was ok.
The one I chatted with this week, I’m not sure what he wanted me to tell him.
But to both of them I would say the same thing.
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