Tuesday, September 3, 2013


It's been over a week since the VMA fiasco. I was not watching live, but due to the uproar on social media I of course had to check it out for myself. 

I've wanted to write my 2 cents, but was struggling with what I wanted to say, or rather what my 2 cents actually was. 

First, I would like to address how very few people have much to say if anything to say about Robin Thicke. No, he wasn't twerking or making inappropriate gestures with foam finger, but if you believe that Robin Thicke was blindsided by that performance I think you are seriously deluded. 

Have you seen his video? Not the rated version. Don't. Its just naked girls. No artistry or story. Just naked girls. 

To be honest, I have had a problem with this song for a while. The idea of blurring the lines between right and wrong. Just the language in the song honestly makes me uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong, its catchy as all get out. But the fact that there is a Kid's Bop version of this song just doesn't make any sense to me at all. 

And Miley, oh Miley! At first I was angry, but then I just got sad. I'm sad that this artist who has potential to be so much and influence so much feels the need to become a sex object just to make a buck. I mean honestly isn't this why artists do what they do? They drop the F bomb twenty times, because you buy it. The girls dance naked because you watch it. And the ex-Disney star over-sexualizes her performance because you will talk about it. 

Beyond the performance and the song, I think that Blurred Lines is almost the Theme Song of a generation. I mean where are the lines anymore? Or have we blurred them so much that we have created an area where right and wrong are so closely intertwined that no one knows the difference?

It's more than a song, it's a way of life.

A way of life that far too many Christians and non-Christians alike are committed to following. 

The music doesn't affect me, so I will listen to it. The language in the movie doesn't bother me, so I will watch it. The indecently dressed women in this magazine aren't naked, so I will look at it. 

We have become people who live our lives with the motto "It's not that bad". Is that what Christ has called us to? A life that is not that bad? 

"Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." Philippians 4:8

I could quote scriptures for days. 

I'm not challenging you to change your TV viewing only to TBN. I'm not asking you to only listen to Christian music.

What I am asking is that we evaluate our lives, and attempt to live more consistently with the scriptures. I am asking is that we set a standard and define the lines. That we refuse to let culture tell us that right and wrong are up the individual.

Sin is sin. Wrong is wrong. 

I can't dictate Miley or her performances, but I can un-follow her on twitter as a sign of my disapproval of her actions. I can't stop Blurred Lines from playing on the radio, but I can make the decision to change the station when a song that makes me feel uncomfortable to listen to is played.

Does that make me right or holy?

No, but it doesn't mean that I am trying. That I am trying to raise my daughter in world that has a million voices telling her who to be. I am trying to let he know that the only voice she needs to listen to is that of God's. That she can be strong and independent and beautiful. She can have standards. She doesn't have to live a life of blurred lines. 

And you don't have to either.

The people who go along with the crowd never make history.

It's the ones who refuse to get caught up in the shuffle. The ones who stand up and stand out. 

So the decision is up to you. You can continue to go with the flow, to live an existence of blurred lines.

Or, you can be set apart. 

Define the lines.

Because you were created for so much more. 

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