The identity of this author would like to remain anonymous. Here is her testimony:
I grew up in New Jersey in the ‘60s. I graduated high school in 1973. I was totally absorbed in all the trends and mores: If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with. Burn your bra. Free love. Women’s rights! Anything goes as long as no one is getting hurt.
My Dad was handsome and charming, my mother was beautiful and kind. They had many friends and entertained and were entertained every weekend. Everyone liked my parents. They were very nice people, salt of the earth. I grew up going to church and Sunday school. I even gave up being a Girl Scout Brownie because I preferred to sing in the choir at church. My Dad came home from work every night and joined my Mom for cocktails. I had two brothers who were into sports and we ate dinner as a family every night. My neighbors were Jewish and Catholic, democrats and republicans. The neighborhood was very nice, true suburbia. All pretty normal and nothing really out of the ordinary.
I grew up as a “Christian.” My family went to church every Sunday, prayed every night together before dinner, and listened to the Christian music radio station in the car on Sundays. They taught us the ten commandments and how much Jesus loves us.
When I became a teenager, my parents sat me down and told me how important it is to remain abstinent until I was married.
The same message was also made clear throughout different aspects of my life. The world tells us that when we have sex, we can no longer go back to the way we were. The world tells us that we are beautiful white carnations, but when we have sex, we turn into shriveled flowers that cannot be renewed. But through repentance and grace, God is able to restore us back into the beautiful white flowers that we are.
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