I am Miley Cyrus. You are, too. Or Robin Thicke. On some level.
The difference between Miley and me is that I have been more private about my sin. My worst moments have not been the way I acted in front of millions of people. My worst moments have been the way I acted with my husband, my children, other people, and myself. My worst moments have been more subtle, but they have been just as inappropriate and sad.
Women, have you never desired attention and sought it in ways that were inappropriate? Has it ever felt so good to receive the praise of people that it made you want more? Maybe you didn't act this out sexually. Maybe you acted this out by pushing your way to the top of your work place. Maybe you acted this out by gossiping and cutting down other people to make yourself look better. And maybe you used your body.
Men, have you never desired power? Craved success? Perhaps you didn't act this out sexually. Perhaps you bullied people into getting your way. Perhaps you used money and status to get respect. Perhaps you sat by quietly so you always looked like the good guy. And perhaps you used women.
We may have not grinded on a stage in front of millions of people and written a top selling song that views women as objects, but isn't the root of the problem the same thing? I want to somehow feel good about myself and I am going to do whatever it takes to make that happen.
I think it is heartbreaking that a beautiful young woman has lost herself. And as I was pondering it this afternoon, I had a mental picture. I imagined Miley and myself drawing water from the same well. The well that will not satisfy our thirst.
Jesus answered, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life."
Oh Jesus, give me this water. And forgive me for the times that I have thought that my sin is somehow less than someone else's.