Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the Kings horses and all the Kings men
Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again
I recently read an article that dragged this old nursery rhyme out from the cobwebs of my childhood memories. The article is written by a British psychologist whose lifework is spent trying to restore broken children; broken, humpty dumpty children whose innocence has been perversely shattered by access to online pornography. Story after story, she told of the ruination and despair these children have experienced since stumbling into this dark, twisted world.
It’s devastating enough to think that grown adults delve into the seedy world of online pornography, but, to think that our children are being exposed and emotionally raped by its easy access is unconscionable.
A recent British government report into the sexualisation of children stated, not surprisingly, that exposure to porn is having an adverse effect on the lives of today's teenagers. And an article in The Telegraph reported that “children are exposed to pornography younger than ever and facts show that it warps their impressions of sex.”
Even England’s Prime Minister, David Cameron, was cited as saying, “Of course the internet is a fantastic resource for young people–a place where they can be educated and entertained. But this virtual world can also pose a great danger to children, with pornography, violence, self-harm and suicide websites sometimes just a few clicks away. It is truly terrifying that our children can be exposed to this material.”
So, what on earth can be done about this?
Trying to stand up against the invisible, seemingly unstoppable force of the pornography industry feels formidable. They have multi millions at their disposal to line the pockets of the influential that subtly, or not-so-subtly, knowingly, or unknowingly, push their perverse agenda.
That alone is enough to discourage even the stoutest heart. But is that really the answer?
As I sat heart-broken and weeping, overwhelmed by the enormity of it all, the words in Lamentations 2:19 whispered to my heart as if from God himself, “Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to him for the sake of your children.”
My first thought, sadly, much like Jeremiah’s must have been as he penned those words to the Israelites, were, “...if only we would!”
I wondered aloud, “What will it take for us to be so moved individually, so moved corporately, that we arise with one voice and cry out in the watches of the night...pouring our hearts out like water for the sake of our children?”
Do you remember how you felt on 9/11? Do you remember the shockwaves that seemed to rumble from NYC right under your own two feet as you stood watching the footage of the World Trade Center buildings crumbling to the ground? Do you remember the agony, the mourning, the terror that sent Americans flocking to parishes around the country to pray, to seek solace and to find help from the Almighty?
There are silent shockwaves rumbling across our land as the lives of young boys and girls, young men and women, crumble from the effects of pornography. Unlike 9/11 these shockwaves remain hidden behind closed doors. But, just because you can’t feel them doesn’t mean a disaster isn’t just around the corner.
Jeremiah pleaded with his people to pray before their world shattered into pieces. That was the answer in his day. It still is.
The pornography industry may seem formidable, but, prayer not only moves mountains, it moves the heart of God. That’s what on earth we can do! Because only God can put the shattered pieces of a life back together again.
If my people, who bear my name, will humble themselves, pray, seek my face and turn from their evil ways, I will hear from heaven, forgive their sin and heal their land.
2nd Chronicles 7:14
For those of you wondering how to safeguard those precious kiddos of yours: