Once upon a time there was a boy whom God was especially fond of. And he loved God, had a faith that empowered him to do great things and no one could doubt where his strength comes from. During his teen years and early twenties life probably couldn’t get any better.
But the rest of his story sounds like something Lemony Snicket would write. The father of his closest friend started to hate him, seeing him as a goody-two-shoes or whatever. His friend couldn’t even say goodbye in person, but sent a messenger to relay the message, “Yes my father is trying to kill you, RUN” and they never saw each other again.
But this was a man after God’s own heart and probably wasn’t too discouraged. Circumstances rewarded his faith and he got pretty much whatever his heart wanted. Unfortunately his heart wanted another man’s wife. He got what he wanted and killed the guy who stood in his way. His life was pretty much downhill from there. He didn’t get away with it for too long. He was genuinely sorry for his sin and even today people point to his example of what repentance should look like.
But the people pointing to his example usually leave off the part about how many more women he slept with after his repentance. His son raped his daughter. His other son killed the rapist son and years later publicly humiliated his father by sleeping with dad’s girlfriends, er, publicly.
The sanest of his sons wasn’t greedy or violent by any means. But he was a sex addict. Actually that would be an understatement. Based on the numbers, he probably makes modern day sex addicts look downright monogamous. David, whose “heart was fully devoted to the Lord his God.” Solomon, billed as the wisest man on earth. Father and son.
I still can’t fully grasp why God made sex and the male mind the way he did. For many it is an absolutely beautiful thing. But for others, even those who have such a genuine love for God, it is such a curse that destroys families across generations. Is there hope for someone hit by such a curse to turn things around?