I know people that bubble over with enthusiasm about something they have watched or read. They breathlessly infodump everything about the thing upon me, but quickly turn sour when I start asking them questions. “Why is it good? Why do you like it? What was its meaning?” The reason is, like children, they simply do not analyze what goes into their minds. Thus, the weird experience of Christians telling me that rated-R films that blaspheme Christ and that praise immorality are “good” and I should watch them. Why should I? What would I get out of it? I do not mean to argue like a neanderthal here, but are you seriously telling me that there are is no cleaner bathwater somewhere else? That in order to get this meaning I must financially support evil and endure it? It makes no sense, but the worldling never does. To him, the perverse is satisfying and purity has no meaning.
It’s strange, to see so many who claim to be interested in purity, choosing to partake in things that value the life of Christ so little. If you are to be holy, you are to be set apart. That means, at the very least, you should be very careful what and whom you have close fellowship with. That is what Scripture was talking about when it says, “Be not unequally yoked.”
In short, you must analyze things for moral content. If you are born from above, that is a requirement – not one of duty, but one of love. You don’t want to be a partner to or with things that spit on the face of God. Yet some are so eager to be entertained, that they will value Jesus as nothing and live as though He never died nor rose. Why bother with being a Christian then?
Put another way, why is entertainment your god? Why is it so important that you be pacified by whatever the screen murmurs or shouts at you? What is your purpose? What is your reason for living? Is it to be entertained? Is it to simply waste away in front of a flickering square? We were born again so that we could make a difference! Letting days and months and years slip away because we want to be pacified, entertained, feted, served, whatever it is, is a travesty. Wonder not why God is moving in somewhere besides where you are sitting. You refused to be His hands and feet. Don’t be angry when the glory crowns another. You were the one who refused the festal invite. “I’m sorry, but I can’t miss my show.” He will call workers who will listen to Him and not make excuses and protest that their entertainment is more worthy of their love than their savior.