Early spring. Days grow longer. Daffodils are already in bloom. Easter approaches. And at a nearby coffee shop, in line in front of me was a cute coed with a long, blond ponytail in yoga pants. My eyes veered downward and admired her tight young ass. Then, as she spun toward a table, I surreptitiously glanced at her crotch.
I had already sinned (cf. Mt 5:28). But I desired to fully consummate it.
Purity culture instructed me that “women should adorn themselves in respectable apparel, with modesty and self-control” (1 Tim 2:9). A few years ago, a prominent Christian blogger announced that she was refusing to wear “lust-inspiring” yoga pants and leggings. The message I received as a young man was, “Don’t think about sex.” But the blonde coed in front of me made it almost impossible to heed that admonition.
Lutheran Guilt 