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Oh Be Careful Little Eyes What You See

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Oh Be Careful Little Eyes What You See
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“Oh be careful little eyes what you see…Oh, be careful little ears what you hear…”

These are words from a children’s song we use to sing. However, not too long ago I realized that these words still ring true in my adult life.

I am not a big television watcher. I tend to be a binge watcher, so it is really for the best if I stay away from a good television series. But, recently I decided to start watching a show that I had heard some good things about. This was a show about a group of high school age kids that sing; that’s about all I knew. I did know this show was amazingly popular, and I had heard that the show had sold more albums than the Beatles. Well, I LOVE music so I gave the show a shot. We can get on Hulu and watch past episodes of shows, so when I had a bit of “alone time” I sat back and pushed play. I will tell you, the 1st episode I watched was morally bankrupt. I’m not one of these people who thinks that you can only watch Christian shows, or only listen to Christian music, but this show supported all the things that I stood against – like ALL. Oh, but you see, this group of kids, or adults playing kids, were amazingly talented. So, I thought, “maybe it was just this episode”, so I watched the next one. No different: bad morals but GOOD music. So I gave it a few more tries hoping for a different outcome. AND that, by the way, is the definition of insanity: Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Each time I would push play and insanely think, “Maybe the next one will be better.” Nope, they were all morally corrupt. I was purposefully being insane. Why? Because I loved the music. I am not kidding these guys were amazingly talented. I sat and watched several episodes of this show over the next few days or so – remember, binge watcher.

As I was sitting watching, what became the last episode that I would watch, I realized something in my mind had changed in just that short amount of time watching this show. See, the detestable things that should have made me sick, the things that I said were morally bankrupt in the 1st episode, I was now overlooking so that I could enjoy the music, oh that amazing music. The episodes were still the same: morally corrupt, but my mind different. It was becoming numb to the things that should have pushed me to push the stop button. The longer I watched the more my mind overlooked these things. The more I overlooked them the more ok I became with it.

Sin is never okay! Satan is an amazing deceiver and he knows exactly where to hit. It worked with Adam and Eve, and it worked with me. My kids were asleep. My husband was upstairs. No one was around. I was a grown-up; I could handle a little “worldly” television, especially with amazing music, right? Wrong. When the Worldly stuff begins to change the Spiritual stuff, we have a problem. Romans 12:2 says:

“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.”

Oh, be careful little eyes what you see

Oh, be careful little ears what you hear

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