A Line of Defense

The last time one of my friends told me she was pregnant though unmarried, I was relieved, and asked, “Is that all?”  It was a major blessing to me that all she got out of unprotected sex was a baby.  Of course, the man left her, but she has a beautiful child and her life.  Thank God Almighty; the dude didn’t infect her with some disease like HIV.  Yet, I can’t help but wonder why she took the risk in the first place, not the risk of babies or disease, but the risk of doing something to keep a man at the expense of her body and health and emotional well-being. 

God only knows I wish I had all of the answers; I certainly have a lot of questions.  One question being why do we women do what we do, why do we choose to do things that bring us down and kill our lines of defense?  

Don’t get me wrong; I truly understand loneliness and the fear of being alone.  I truly understand desiring a man and desiring sex.  I truly understand almost every human emotion related to our choices.

Sometimes I think hard-line Christian women are smarter for simply sticking by the rules of obedience.  I fault them tremendously, however, for belittling those of us who don’t obey all of the time, and count them and their accosts as self-righteous.  They aren’t any better than anyone else, right?  Still, they are on to something, just maybe obedience is better than sacrifice and obedience is obviously better, in terms of protection, than a condom. 
I suppose, and God will be pleased, that the best line of defense is obedience to His Word, His expressed written will.  After all, we don’t need to pray and ask Him if we should have sex outside of marriage when it is written that we should not.  And we shouldn’t have to pray and ask Him for a man who asks us on any level to compromise His Word.

Inquiring of the Lord, I asked, “Is there one line of defense?”  Just one, is all we need, or so I thought.  The first thing I heard in my spirit was, “Jesus saves.”  Memories of those neon signs on storefront churches that flashed all night and day flooded my mind.  I use to think that the sign and those words, “Jesus saves” were referring to my soul’s salvation for eternity – a guarantee of my heavenly home.