Posts by: Traylor Lovvorn

I was talking last week with a good friend and a conversation she had had recently with a friend of hers came up. Her friend has a 15 year old son who has been taking showers more frequently and his showers had gotten much longer.

She has a pretty good idea why.

This mother wants to know how to properly deal with the issue of a masturbating teenager. It is obviously an awkward and sometimes uncomfortable conversation, so many parents opt to not address it at all and hope that it will take care of itself. The other common approach taken by many parents is to try to cause the teen to feel bad about the behavior so that the behavior will cease.

Both of these approaches can have devastating effects on your teen. Let’s look at both a bit more closely.

Silence
A recent study revealed that our kids are exposed to over 40 sexually explicit references per day. Most likely, each of these references offer a skewed and perverted picture of God’s wonderful gift of sex. If we are silent on the subject of sex and masturbation in our homes, we are ensuring that our kids are not hearing the truth about God’s design for sex and will accept as true our culture’s skewed and distorted view of sex and sexuality.

If you have been silent on this issue altogether or relegated this discussion to “the talk” that was a one-time event, there might be twinges of guilt stirred up when you discover your teenager is masturbating. Perhaps if you did have “the talk”, you kept the discussion brief and only dealt with the biological facts of procreation and did not venture into areas like masturbation, pornography, and how to handle natural urges and desires.

Our silence on this issue sends a loud and clear message to our kids…sex must be bad because mom and dad don’t want to talk about it. When we don’t talk about it, our kids are left attempting to figure out some pretty heavy stuff on their own. We can be sure that friends at school or the Internet are more than willing to provide answers to the questions that they don’t feel safe enough to ask you.

The “Freak Out” Method
Another popular response to discovering that your teenager is masturbating is to attempt to make them feel bad about what they are doing. So many of the guys that we work with in our groups had this experience growing up. The most common way to shame the behavior is for a parent to freak out when they find out.

Think about what is going on in the mind of the child. They are already hiding this behavior as best they can by doing it in the shower but mom and dad still find out. Then there worst fears are realized when mom and dad freak out instead of stepping in to offer sound wisdom and advice. Because we don’t know how to hang onto ourselves as parents and because we are uncomfortable with the subject, we simply want it to go away. But freaking out only serves to send it underground and doesn’t properly address the real issues that are going on. Granted you might think it has been dealt with because the showers become less frequent and a bit shorter, but all you have served to do is to communicate loud and clear to your child that it is not safe to talk to you about matters of sex and sexuality.

So if silence and the freak out method aren’t the answer, how are we to properly deal with a teenager who is masturbating?

The Conversation
It is important to establish in your home that it is safe to talk about any and all topics…especially sex and our sexuality. The great news is that it is never too late to start this conversation. If you discover that your teenager is masturbating and you have been talking openly with them for years about sex, then this offers a great opportunity to continue that discussion.

If, on the other hand, your home has been one where the topic of sex has been taboo and off limits and you discover that your teenager is masturbating, this provides the perfect opportunity for the conversation to begin. To start the conversation with a teenager who is masturbating, it might be appropriate to begin the conversation by apologizing for not beginning the conversation earlier. In that discussion, you might consider talking openly about your fear and anxiety about the issue and some of the reasons that you never brought it up. Moving forward, you begin to establish an open dialogue where nothing is off limits, no matter how awkward or uncomfortable.

Problem or Simple Curiosity?
So how do we know if our teenager is simply curious or has a bigger problem? As we enter the conversation, look past the behavior (masturbation) and seek to help your child get in touch with the emotions that are driving the behavior. If, for example, they tell you it happens more frequently when they have a big test or event, you can begin to possibly determine that masturbation might be what they are turning to in order to escape or “check out”. It is important as a parent to mine your child’s heart and understand what is driving the behavior instead of simply wanting the behavior to go away.

Many might say “Well it feels good and it is normal, so I’m not so sure that my teenager really has a problem.” And that might very well be true. As a parent, we want to equip our children to get in touch with feelings and emotions at a deep level and give them the freedom to feel what they are feeling. This freedom, coupled with an environment where they can come to us with anything, provides a level of safety and comfort for kids that is invaluable.

If your kids have not yet reached the teen years, begin to plan now for the lifelong conversation you want to have with your child about sex and their sexuality. A great book that will help walk you through how to do this is A Chicken’s Guide to Talking Turkey with Your Kids About Sex

If you have specific questions that you would rather not post in the comments below, feel free to email us at questions@route1520.com.

I think it was Sarah Markley’s blog a couple of years ago where I first learned about RSS feeds. At first I remember thinking how in the world does she have the time to write that much, but then I began carefully reading her posts and saw the seasoned insight that only comes from one who understands that life is indeed messy. I have a profound respect for Sarah because she doesn’t try to pretty up her story, but rather continually puts it out there as an offering of hope for many who are hanging on by a thread.

Join me in welcoming Sarah to the Route1520 blog and our UNMASKED series and make sure to follow Sarah on Facebook and Twitter if you aren’t already doing so.

 

Everyone has them.

I’m not a dream analyst but I tend to think naked dreams happen when a person is feeling primarily vulnerable or frightened about something.

Mine happened over and over again between my senior year of high school and my freshman year of college.

Somehow I’m in the supermarket in the middle of the morning. Harsh florescent lights above, soft elevator Musack from hidden speakers:  an instrumental version of Phil Collins’ “Sussudio” the backdrop.

On top I would be wearing a sweater or a coat, something to ward off the chill of the refrigerated section. But on the bottom I would be wearing, ahem, nothing.

Nothing. At. All.

Pushing a cart, I would look down and notice that I was exposed, vulnerable and the only thing I could do to escape the nakedness (because my dream occurred in an entirely jeans-less world) would be to wake up.

Wake up.  Wake up, Sarah. NOW!

Stiff, sticky eyes do not want to give up the sleep or the horrible dream. They open in my college dorm room. I turn over because my roommate is still up studying something for Western Civ. I reach under my comforter and yes, I’m wearing pajama pants. I’m not in a bright supermarket and I’m not naked. I’d been in this narrow bed the whole time.

The realness of the dream weakens as I close my eyes again to try to get back to sleep.

I lived for a long time in a sort of dream. Not a naked dream, but a living dream where I believed wrong was right and right was wrong. I lived for three years in the nightmare of engaging in an extramarital affair.

Unlike a traditional nightmare, unwelcomed on the loneliest of nights, this nightmare was completely of my own choosing. But just as in a dream in full Inception-esque style, I could no longer tell what was happening in the outside world. I truly believed that my sinful actions and wrong choices were “okay” and that everyone who thought differently just didn’t get it.

On a Sunday afternoon over six years ago, I had the chance to will myself to wake up.

Wake up, Sarah. NOW!

Between the Holy Spirit, my husband, a few good pastors and my own exhaustion of carrying the weight of heavy sin, I woke up. I woke out of the world where I believed my actions were justified in some twisted way, out of the place where true love and transparency did not exist out of the dream where I couldn’t see anything without the filter of sin over my eyes into the full, real life where God, my husband and our family existed.

Sin faced me squarely and I woke up to my responsibility, to the darkness of my own heart and to the ever-open love of the Father who had been pursuing me.

And my only choice was to stop. To wake up.

Now, here was the nakedness. Not in a nightmarish overnight escapade into a florescent supermarket world, but the nakedness that comes from being vulnerable, transparent and open as a broken sinner in front of the God of the Universe.

What about you. What do you find scary about having your true-self completely exposed?

 

 

 

Shelley Hendrix knows a thing or two about the performance treadmill. She also has an understanding of grace that only comes from a deep knowledge of herself and her own brokenness. In today’s UNMASKED post, we are grateful to have Shelley openly share about her mask of performance and what it took for God to remove it.

Shelley is a wife, mother, Bible teacher, speaker, author, and television talk show host on Atlanta LIVE! WATC TV 57. She launched Church 4 Chicks in 2008 to cultivate an environment of grace for women in the Atlanta area. Melody and I were privileged to see Shelley’s heart up close when she hosted us on Atlanta LIVE! a few months ago and we are grateful for her willingness to share part of her story in our UNMASKED series.

Connect with Shelley on Twitter and Facebook.

Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying. But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and asked, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her” (Luke 10:38-42).

I used to read Scripture, especially passages like this one, as though it was mainly a ‘to-do’ book of rules and regulations if one wanted to know what pleased the Omniscient, Invisible, mostly angry, Being-in-charge. I was, from an early age, taught that God loved me, and that He proved this by sending His Only Son, Jesus, into the world to take my punishment for “sin” upon Himself by dying on the Cross. I embraced this message as a young child. And then, somewhere along the ways, something happened. I began to believe that my behavior was more important to God than who I was. I believed that it was up to me to keep God happy with me so I could avoid the ugly consequences of my bad behaviors. I pictured Him keeping an eye on me to catch me in wrong-doing so He could make sure I never got the impression that I’d ever get away with it. Somewhere inside of me, I believed He loved me and delighted in me and just wanted to enjoy me; but that seemed way too good to be true. So I spent most of the next 20 years or so trying to figure out how best to prove to Him and others that I could one day really belong in His family. I lived mostly in fear of disappointing God and others, and I saw the opinions of those in authority as indicators of how well or how poorly I was doing.

Those who have known me a long time would attest to the fact that I’ve always been a pretty good girl. I sought ways to honor others and to be a good leader, even as a child and teenager. My brief stint of rebellion was very short-lived and, on my worst offense, would probably make most folks still label me as a ‘goodie-goodie.’ I never minded that because I thought my good behavior was all adding up to a goal I desired: to one day feel God’s favor and blessing; to one day put my check marks for verses memorized, gold stars for attendance, and good grades into a file that would finally put me over the top–moving me from the B List I felt I was on to the coveted A List in Heaven’s Kingdom.

And, you know what, I didn’t even realize I was doing any of this at the time.

I just thought I was doing what any grateful and good Christian would do. I was motivated by a deeply imbedded desire to please God. I did love Him, although I was still very fearful of Him. In fact, my life verse from the time I was 15 years old was Philippians 1:20. I had read this verse on January 1, 1990 in Oswald Chambers’ “My Utmost For His Highest” which my dad had given me as a Christmas gift the week before. It says,

“My eager desire and hope being that I may never feel ashamed, but that now as ever I may do honour to Christ in my own person by fearless courage.” Philippians 1:20 (MOFFATT)

This verse continues to mean a lot to me, but for a different reason today than back then. For years I read this verse feeling the pressure to perform and try harder and work myself to exhaustion in order to prove to God how much I loved Him. I thought about all the things I was already ashamed of and didn’t want to add any more to that list! The hole I was trying to fill just kept getting bigger though, and no amount of striving could fill it up–not even close. The more aware I was of my shortcomings, the harder I worked to overcome them. The harder I worked to overcome them, the more aware I became of how far I had to go. My focus was on sinning less but not on loving God more. Oh yes, I wanted to love God more, but I always saw my sin as a roadblock to intimacy with God rather than understanding a very key truth:

Intimacy with God was purchased for me through the Person of Jesus Christ who not only died FOR my sin, but became my sin and removed the barrier forever!

2 Cor. 5:21 says it plainly: “For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” (ESV)

How did I miss this for so long?

When a person embraces Christ’s gift of pardon, God does something pretty incredible that no other world religion even comes close to promising: Yes, He forgives our sin and that’s amazing! But He goes on to do something even greater: God’s very Spirit and Nature becomes one with that person’s spirit and nature, making US the righteousness of God! (See Colossians 1:27)

So, as I have been learning more and more about the new nature I was given at salvation and the redemptive work of the Holy Spirit in me, I have been finding more and more freedom to be who God has already made me to be–rather than trying to become something in order to prove something. It has changed everything! No longer focusing on sinning less, I am free to enjoy my relationship with God loving Him and trusting Him to reveal areas in my life where He desires to prune, remove, strengthen, mature, etc. I used to think I was being humble by berating myself over every little thing I did that I felt didn’t measure up–I now realize how prideful it was to continually focus on me and my abilities to bring about maturity and spiritual growth. There is a freedom to be had for all who have trusted Christ for salvation and that is the freedom of trusting Him for our sanctification (maturity) as well!

Now, with this in mind, take a look again at Mary and Martha’s story. We hear all the time that we need to ‘be’ more like Mary and ‘not be’ like busy, angry Martha. But I see something deeper than that at work here. Notice that Jesus never scolded or belittled Martha. He recognized that her understanding of their relationship was skewed–just like mine was. He knew that Martha loved Him, that wasn’t in question at all. The thing was, though, that she was trying to prove her love by pleasing Him and to please Him, she did what she did best naturally: she served Him. BUT, in all of her serving Him, she wasn’t trusting Him. Hebrews 11:6 teaches that our trust in Him is what pleases Him most. It’s not our “striving to please Him” that proves anything! I can obey God all day long and still never learn to trust Him. But once I begin to trust Him, I will find that I am much more inclined to obey Him.

Mary understood that “one thing” that was vital–and it’s even deeper than spending time reading Scripture and praying–the “one thing” is that Jesus was someone she could fully trust and rely on. She trusted in His love for her enough to know that it was more than okay for her to simply enjoy spending time with Him and listening to Him. She trusted in Him and this was so pleasing to Jesus. Any time our trusting Him is a motivator to anything we do or don’t do, this is what delights our Heavenly Father most. Whenever we are striving to remove the sin barrier ourselves–whether to earn salvation or to earn our sanctification–we miss it by a longshot!

When Christian leaders use their platform to get people busy for God, they often miss the opportunity given to them to teach those readers, listeners, students, congregations, etc who God is and who He has granted them to be. They often resort to guilt, pressure, and manipulation unintentionally in their efforts to see growth and maturity take place in others–and even in themselves. But, what might happen if we began to spend some time learning with one another what it means that we are now new creations in Christ (2 Cor. 5:17)? What if those of us in leadership would trust the work of the Holy Spirit more to bring about desired change as we encourage people by teaching them who they are?

Here’s are some examples of a shift in motive:

  • What if, instead of trying to convince others to obey God to prove they trust Him, we instead taught others how trustworthy God is?
  • What if, instead of trying to battle some life-dominating sin in order to get it out of the way so I can be close to God, I live out of who He says I already am, and I allow Him in close to deal with that issue Himself as I trust Him with what is absolutely, and even painfully, true about me?
  • What if I learn to reveal to others who I really am rather than trying to prove my authenticity by working harder to become who my “masks” give an impression that I am? What if I let the masks come off and allow God’s glory to shine through my weakest places?

Someone told me a while back that they knew some things about me that they could use to hurt me. The thing that gives me freedom and removes any fear is that I’ve openly shared my true self and the things of my past to key people in my life who already know the worst about me, and love me more, rather than less. I’ve been able to share on TV, on stage, and in print some things that once held me in shame, but no longer, as I’ve received the GRACE of God who knew the worst about me before I was ever created and wanted me still.

So what motivates you the most? A desire to please God or simply trusting Him?

 


I distinctly remember the day that I stumbled upon Serena Woods’ blog,
Grace is for Sinners. I started reading her story and tears were streaming down my face within 5 minutes. The details of her journey mixed with the earthiness with which she wrote was a combination that I could not turn away from. Calling Melody into the room, I wiped the tears from my face and said, “Honey, this girl GETS grace.”

Like me, Serena experienced the overnight plunge from pristine image to moral leper and has the emotional scars to prove it. The courage that she exhibits as she boasts in her weaknesses without making excuses is a trait that I want to emulate daily. Join me in welcoming Serena to the Route1520 blog. Please share this exceptional post with your family and friends.

I became a Christian when I was 19. I grasped the theology that God offers a clean slate to the messed up and a new life to those who want to start over. I was coming from a place of hopelessness and fragmentation.

I was the child of a 15-year-old gypsy. We lived on the streets and in the back seat of cars. I was tortured and abused by the men in her life, but always held out hope that I would have a better life one day. When I was taken away from her and put into foster care, I was taught to pack my pain away and focus on my future and possibilities. When I was adopted at 10, I was told to forget my life before 10 and embrace my new life and new name. When left home to live on my own at 17, I decided to forget my life before and start over. Starting over with no foundation proved to be impossible and I sunk into the hopeless legacy that my mother gave me. I was finished with my life and looked forward to something snuffing it out. When I got pregnant at 18, I needed to figure out a way to not be my mother so that my daughter would not have to be me. I was four months along when God started whispering promises to me.

Christianity was the furthest I could run. And so I ran. Christianity became my lifestyle and I was devoted to the practice. My life as an abused child of the streets was gone. My life as a foster kid was gone. My life as a runaway was gone. I did not exist before 19. All of my segments were packed away with my pain and I was a shell, waiting to be filled.

I did everything I was taught to do. I studied my Bible so that I could join the conversation. I prayed. I witnessed. I shunned sinners like they were sin. My identity resided in who I was at church. My outside layers were built on performance and the amount of distance I could put between where I stood and where I came from.

I spent nine years building a thick, impenetrable layer of religion over the shell of the nothing that I was. Religion saved my outer life. Because of how much my religious environment changed the way I viewed my inner self, I devoted every aspect of who I was to maintaining it. I wasn’t damaged goods because I didn’t do bad things.

I never questioned my Christian friends and leaders. They didn’t come from the pain and filth that I did. They were bred and raised church pastors, pastors’ wives and leaders. I based my life on their standards and I copied their faith.

God needed to strip away that thick layer of religion and reliance on anyone besides Him. I couldn’t hear Him because I always filtered Him through my church. He didn’t want me to be segmented and He didn’t want me to think I had a relationship with Him when I just had a relationship with His people. He chose to use my failure to as the wrecking ball to the thick wall I had built around myself. I thought that I was protected in my fortress of religious conviction, but I was just a slave. When my fortress couldn’t protect me from myself and my Christian friends didn’t have the answers, I was forced to find God on my own. My life depended on it.

I mourned the loss of what I put my faith in. I mourned the loss of myself.  Everything I had accomplished, everything I put my trust in, every person I looked up to was reduced to ash and I was naked, lost and terrified.

I found myself in a place where my faith wouldn’t die. I was going to make it even though I went through something that should have destroyed me. I kept waiting for the sun to fall out of the sky, but it never did. Instead of despair, I found another chance. Like the devil didn’t know I was dead yet.

I was left with questions. My questions were prodding’s to discover the truth. The truth undid everything.

If I can fail so horribly and still be given another chance, then why do we live fear driven lives? What was it that I was taught that made me so terrified when I messed up? What is it that my friends believed that made them run from me like I was the mouth of a fire-spitting volcano?

My identity was no longer found in how good I could be or in how much distance I could put between my past and me. I am not a segmented woman with fits of starts and do-over’s. I’m me. All of me. I am my Father’s daughter.

There are things that counteract our common sense. There are questions about purpose and meaning that go unanswered. God allows things to happen because we can see Him in the contrast between what was intended to be and what He ended up using it for. He is a junkyard artist making beauty from broken. If you look at why the pieces are broken and you focus on the shards of what could have been then you’ll miss the beauty in the art. You miss the message in the irony. We’re looking for Him in the wrong places.

I hate what I did. I hate who I was. But, I wouldn’t wish it away. I never want to go through that hell again, but too much beauty has come from so much tragedy.  The thing that caused me the most pain in my life, my own failure, is the thing that brought me the closest to God.

Have you ever hid behind the mask of religion? If so, what did it take to break that mask?

 

 

Our UNMASKED series is kicked off by Jenny Rain Schmitz who shares all about her grace journey on her blog Rainmakers and Stormchasers.

I got to know Jenny last year through Twitter and was fortunate to guest post for her during “Man Week” featured on her blog last summer. Jenny’s journey has included growing up with a homosexual father, enduring domestic violence, being abandoned by her husband, divorce, and “the back-side of the desert”. Through it all, she has come to know the redemptive story that God was writing all along.

As you’ll discover in her video below, Jenny “has followed the path of the storm, and has found the Rainmaker.” Enjoy!

Jenny talks about what it took for her to “break up with the masks”.

What about you? Have you broken up with your masks? If so, what did it take? If not, what will it take?

Hiding.

Let’s face it, it is very easy to do.

All the way back to the garden, we’ve been hiding and trying to cover up who we really are. But, because the Gospel is true, we no longer have to hide and isolate. We don’t have to pose and pretend anymore.

This week we are going to be talking a great deal about the various masks that we wear, why we wear them, and what it looks like to begin to lay them aside and walk in the truth of the Gospel.

We have some exciting guests who will be joining us this week as we discuss this important topic. Jenny Rain, Serena Woods, Shelley Hendrix, and Sarah Markley will join the Route1520 Team and will share openly and honestly from their own grace stories. Each of these women have experienced God lovingly removing their masks and other means of coping with life and have emerged living with a beautiful limp.

Our discussion will culminate Sunday night on Route1520 Radio as our team shares from our own stories of brokenness. Join the discussion! We want to hear from you!

Jenny | Serena | Shelley | Sarah

Here’s the lineup:
Wednesday: Jenny Rain Schmitz
Thursday: Serena Woods
Friday: Shelley Hendrix
Saturday: Sarah Markley
Sunday: Route1520 Radio: UNMASKED, 8-9 PM CST on familynetradio.com

Take a few minutes and watch this powerful clip by the one and only Brennan Manning. Do you believe that God longs to hear the sound of your voice?

What do you struggle to believe the most about the Gospel? How is our concept of God too small?

Tal and I recently did an interview with Luke Gilkerson of Covenant Eyes about how we met and how this ministry got started. Luke has been a great cheerleader for us from the beginning and we appreciate his important work to protect families so very much. One of the fantastic resources that Covenant Eyes provides is an eBook for pastors that deals head-on with pornography within the church. If you would like to download a copy of this free eBook from Covenant Eyes, click HERE.

If you do not have accountability and filtering software installed on your home computers and mobile devices, click here for a FREE 30-day trial of Covenant Eyes award-winning solution to protect you and your family.

Here is the link to our full interview with Covenant Eyes:

Hope for the Prodigal Porn Addict: Interview with the Founders of Route1520

 

We launched our ‘manifesto’ video this past weekend at the Pornollution conference held at Oak Mountain Church and it was very well received! This video captures the mission of our organization and we hope that it is used to lead many more people to our movement of scandalous grace. Take two minutes and check it out. If you like it, help us get the word out by sharing it with your friends and family on Facebook and/or Twitter!

This is a great interview in which Tim Keller and John Piper discuss the power of the Gospel in helping us overcome the sin of pornography. As they eloquently share here, It isn’t about trying harder or pretending it isn’t a big deal. Please weigh in with your comments and feedback.

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