For almost six years I haven't seen a rated R movie. The last one I attempted was the most recent Rambo. I did it to try and bond with my husband all those years ago. I'll never forget the scene where a village was attacked by a raiding army of ruthless killers. I couldn't hide my horror or my emotional reaction to what I saw. My oldest child was only a year old at the time and the brutality was too drastic of a contrast to the sweetness I'd absorbed all day from her. The next time I held her I saw an image from that scene flash through my mind. It assaulted the peace of a motherly embrace. It was then that I decided to cleanse my mind by carefully choosing what I looked at. No rogue thoughts would pull me from my beautiful moments with my kids.
Well, now I'm a lightweight. I saw the most recent Hobbit movie finally (PG-13) and the dragon made my blood turn cold. Those CGI people are getting really good at recreating evil, aren't they? For a second I thought they couldn't make a dragon look anything but really cool and awe-inspiring. No, they made the thing exactly as the book described it, terrifyingly evil. I was surprised at my gut reaction. This is coming from a girl who started reading Stephen King in eighth grade. Horror was my thing. Now I just want to be entertained when I watch a movie. Don't taint my thought-life, please. I still managed to enjoy the Hobbit's conclusive movie, though, even if I was a little traumatized.
So, the rogue thought. Any distraction from God's best is temptation. There will be times when I need to think about dark realities, but I don't go seeking them anymore. Unfortunately there is still stored junk in my memory banks from my existence before Christ's work in my life. Occasionally I get slapped across the brain with them. But I'm writing this blog because I am developing a strategy to avoid them.
A parallel that came to mind when I thought about how entangling rogue thoughts can be is from a book I read as a small child. It was a story called Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby. I know that some people have called it racist to mention that story, but I happen to know it isn't about that at all. The story was written long ago by a black man named Uncle Remus. All I remember personally, though, is the Disney version with the pictures of the cute and shiny little tar baby cheeks.
For some reason I am associating my possible A.D.D. with a Tar Baby. I can't do anything about the fact that the distraction is laid in my path. But I can do something about how I respond to it. Ultimately, it's a trap. It looks friendly at first or at least interesting and when it turns out to be futile even focusing on it, I get mad at it! So here I am mad at myself for wasting my time and mad at this rogue thought that stole my attention. In goes the fist and then it's got me! It's all over me now. I'm stuck and wrapped up, ready for the enemy to have his way with my soul. I should have just kept on walkin'.
Rogue thoughts are placed like traps all along the path of life. Some of them even look like precious babies of importance that need to be taken care of. It's a dangerous place and I need my Guide at all times. When He keeps walking past what looks like something that needs to be taken care of, I need to follow Him. Nothing to see here. Perhaps with time I will be less distractible and more focused so I can fall more in love with the only holy object of my attention, Jesus Christ.