Pigs and Men

Despicable. That’s the human heart. In one man or in another. Deep deep deep down in the heart, I have these despicable desires. I hate that I have them. But when they come up, sort of like a burp does, they can be fun, releasing pressure I thought would soon pop.

“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the Lord search the heart; I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.” –Jeremiah 17:9-10
I have recently learned about some of the deep deep desires of two men I know here in regards to other women. Men are pigs. Sure, but so am I in my own ways. I hate that I now know what I know. But somehow, I still must treat them as friends, because that is what they are. That is what they were. They are. And probably if they knew the deep depths of darkness I daily try to hide, it would be easier for us all. They don’t know I know. I suppose, if I wanted I could allow my actions to display my hatred of their actions. But how would that be Christ-like? He told the truth out of love. He never judged. If there comes a point where telling them what I feel about their actions will somehow lead them closer to Christ, so be it. “You know the depths of my thoughts, yet you love me the same,” sings Chris Tomlin. Love holds no record of wrong. The least I can do is treat them with dignity, for deep within me lie those same despicable desires.