(If you want to hear Lori read the story click) here

 

Imagine a doctor who spoke to you in great detail about nutrition and exercise. He or she encouraged you with pictures of healthy bodies, and told you stories about the freedom you would feel if you took care of yourself physically. Your physician would  discuss minor aches and pains, describing antidotes and preventative measures. But when it came to actually facing your cancerous liver, the doctor abruptly closed the door and sent you away.

 

That's me.

 

When faced with one of the most deadly threats to marriage, I run the other direction. I know the disease exists, because I have heard the clamor when I scurry by the auditorium where some brave soul is lecturing and showing gory slides. But I will not go in. 

 

Pornography is as ubiquitous and fatal as the plague was in the 13th century, at least if I believe what people have told me. I myself was not alive then, and do not know first hand. Neither have I visited any porn sites, but I heed the weighty statistics of people who have. The plague killed perhaps half of the population when it struck, often in less than a hundred hours from infection. Pornography is endemic in our culture, with a heart breaking number of victims.

 

Another difference is that there are people alive who have survived a sexual addiction. And they are willing to help others heal too.