// honesty. 4-15-15. //

I began writing this back in December (which feels like forever ago, by the way).

Let it gather dust for a few months.

Stumbled across it this afternoon, and was reminded of the burden I had felt to write it all those months ago.

So I finished it, and now I’m sharing it.

Yes, it’s another post on purity. Something that’s always been a huge heart-level conviction with me.

Because sometimes we all just need to stop and think about things like this…

~

// of white roses //

In a world

Of free-thinking and living in the moment

Purity is an aberration

A ridiculous notion

A thing your grandmother swears by

A fragment of old-fashioned values that no longer apply to “the real world”.

~

In a world

Where you can be with whomever

Whenever

Wherever

Just for the pleasure of it

Purity is unnecessary uptightness.

Why bother waiting when you can have fun right now?

(Hang the consequences— there’s condoms and abortions for that.)

~

In a world

Where “everybody’s doing it

There’s probably something wrong with purity.

I mean, you “need the experience”.

Right?

~

In a world

Where TV shows push the limits

And you can no longer watch movies with your young children

And there’s so many twisted ways of indirectly doing the deed

People ask, does it even matter?

What’s the point of trying to be pure when nobody else is?

~

In a world

Where we are all disillusioned

With the ideas of true love

And perfect gentlemen

There really seems to be no point to abstinence.

Mr. Darcy is nonexistent;

Your knight in shining armor isn’t coming.

Sorry to disappoint.

~

In a world

Where girls are never taught that

You are worth so much more than this, dear heart

And guys are never taught that

She is not an object for your pleasure but a beauty to be respected

Is it really a surprise that it’s so unpopular?

~

In a world

Where nearly everyone enjoys

Opening half-bud flowers

And ruining them before their time,

White roses, closed buds

Aren’t even valued.

Why bother to wait for the full-blown white rose when there’s easier pickings all around?

~

In a world

With that double-edged sword

Where “if you don’t do it you’re a prude

But if you do you’re a slut”

How can you possibly decide which label you’ll take on?

And how is that fair of them to demand of you?

~

In a world

Where God has been cast aside

As “less important than ______

Or even “not important at all

Where faith is a fable and morality is subjective

We really should have seen this coming.

~

In a world

Of shattered pieces of porcelain hearts

And ruined half-buds shriveled up in bitterness

And forgotten white roses blooming in the shadows

Something has to change or we’ll run headlong to our own destruction.

~

In a world

Where love is so twisted we don’t even know how to define it anymore

There is a Savior.

A truth.

A way out of this ravine we’ve dug for ourselves.

~

In a world

Where impulse leads to sin

Leads to brokenness

Leads to destruction

Could it be that the forgotten white roses hold the greatest treasure of all?

~

In a world

Where patience is a lost virtue

The roses in the shadows

Turn out to be the strongest,

Most beautiful,

Most sunshine-filled flowers of the garden.

~

In a world

Where white roses learn to stand tall and bloom

No matter what weather comes their way

Maybe, just maybe, we’ll return to viewing purity as a good thing.

~

In a world

Where love is defined as selflessness

As waiting

As sacrifice

As Christ

White roses will become much less rare

And together they can spark a change.

~

So go ahead and call us prudes.

Laugh at our naivety.

Roll your eyes at our lack of worldly experience.

Ignore us because our differentness makes you uncomfortable.

We will not be shaken.

~

Because we know that our security?

It’s not in a guy.

Not in what we can give a guy.

It’s in what Christ gave for us, for you.

The greatest display of love

This world has ever known

Was hanging on a rugged cross

Taking our place,

Our shame,

And turning our scarlet sins white as snow.

Pure white.

(Because even shattered hearts and withered half-buds can be made anew.)

~

And because of Him we know that true love does exist and

It’s more than worth the wait.

{e.g.w.}

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