The pastor was talking about marriage in his sermon. He glanced to his wife sitting in the front row, stage-right, if I remember correctly. I could see her face from where I was sitting. He made mention of God giving him such a beautiful wife. I looked over. She was stunning. One of the most gorgeous women I had known.
I had worked with his wife on many projects. I was an Elder in the church. I had worked with many of the men and women in the church.
The sermon ended and the piano began to play softly. The Pastor requested that I pray, releasing the service. I prayed.
The Pastor generally stood in the vestibule and shook people’s hands as they left the building. The sermon was great, yeah yeah yeah blah blah blah. The same thing each week from the same people. During this ceremonious departure, his wife came to join the line with her toddler in tow.
See my wife: I remembered? By now she was dealing with the toddler. She was wearing a white low-neck dress. At just the right time I looked and her perfect “______” were in perfect view. I turned quickly. No, I didn’t. I could not take my eyes off her. Did I mention, she was perfect. With the dress – _____ combination I saw everything, everything. She glanced up to my eyes and smiled. She knew what I was doing, but even more so, she knew what she was doing.
I felt like I was set up. I was speechless.
That day I learned at least three things. The Pastor was prideful, his wife was a seductress, and I was weak and lustful.
Here’s the thing, satan doesn’t care about the benchwarmers, or the spectators; he cares about the players. He cares about the ones who truly love the Lord, they’re dangerous to his plans and will attempt to bring them (you, me) down anyway he can.
James 4:7 (NIV-WS) 7 Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.