No. 23

You’re not failing because you’re not trying hard enough.

Fighting pornography through the spiritual disciplines and abiding in Christ rather than filters, promises and willpower.

Greetings,

You have tried to stop.

You have set filters. You have made promises. You have deleted apps, changed passwords, confessed to a pastor, prayed longer, woken up earlier. You have white-knuckled your way through seasons where you thought this time was different — and then found yourself back in the same place, wondering what is wrong with you.

Here is what I want to say to you directly.

The problem is not that you are not trying hard enough. The problem is that you are fighting with the wrong weapon.

Paul did not white-knuckle his way out of temptation. He did not overcome through grit, discipline, or sheer determination. He simply got a better look at Christ. In Philippians he writes — I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. He did not say I have suppressed everything. He said I have seen something that makes everything else look like loss by comparison. That is not willpower. That is vision.

Purity is not the fruit of willpower. It is the fruit of abiding.

A man who has truly seen the worth of Christ does not need to fight the counterfeit by gritting his teeth. The counterfeit simply loses its appeal. Not all at once. Not without effort. But the direction changes. The question then is not how do I stop. The question is how do I see more clearly.

This is where the spiritual disciplines enter — not as rules, not as a performance checklist, but as the means by which a man fans the flames of his affection for Christ. They are simply ways of positioning yourself to receive what God has already given you in Christ. You cannot manufacture affection. But you can tend the fire.

Feasting on God’s word is the foundation. Not reading as a duty — nibbling at a verse and calling it enough. Feasting. Going deep into scripture, book by book, verse by verse. The psalmist says how sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth. A man who has tasted the word that way is not easily satisfied by a substitute. But you cannot hunger for what you have never tasted.

Prayer — not as an emergency, not only when you need something, but ongoing communion with God throughout the day. A man who has been in the presence of God finds it harder to betray him when the temptation comes.

Fasting — denying yourself something you love in order to focus on God. A man who has never said no to his body at the dinner table has no muscle memory for resistance when the temptation arrives at eleven o’clock at night. Paul said it plainly in 1 Corinthians 9 — I discipline my body and keep it under control. That discipline is not theoretical. It is practiced.

Silence and solitude. When was the last time you sat alone — no phone, no podcast, no background noise — long enough to get uncomfortable? Silence feels unbearable for the same reason pornography feels necessary. Both are a man running from what he has not yet faced. In the silence, what surfaces is the real thing. The loneliness. The inadequacy. The gap between who you are and who you were made to be. And in that place, God can search you.

Search me, O God, and know my heart. Try me and know my thoughts. See if there be any grievous way in me and lead me in the way everlasting.

That is the most honest prayer a man can pray. And it requires stillness to pray it and mean it.

These disciplines are not the answer. Christ is the answer. But these disciplines are the kindling. They create the conditions where desire for Christ grows — where the fire of affection is fanned rather than left to go cold. And as that fire grows, the counterfeit loses its grip. Not through performance. Through abiding.

Apart from me you can do nothing. John 15. Not some things. Nothing.

The man who is failing is not failing because he is not trying hard enough. He is failing because he is not staying rooted in the vine.

Purity is not the fruit of willpower. It is the fruit of abiding.

The question is not how do you stop. The question is — are you abiding?

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