I have this nifty little tool that tracks the words people type into Google, or any search engine for that matter, to find my blog or certain topical areas that I have written on. The only problem is that “said” nifty tool just happens to also expose the desperately evil “topics” that random people search for. Let’s just say that there are some sick puppies out there.
I wrote an article, not too long ago, suggesting the Keep a Breast Foundation devalues women battling breast cancer with their I Love Boobies Campaign which targets Jr. High boys. And because Google bots crawl around and pick up certain trigger words, here are just a few of the keywords and phrases that people type in, and thus end up in my search box on a daily basis.
Past searches include: “boobies”, “I heart big boobies”, “saucy boobies” “pile of boobs, ““Jr. High girl’s boobies”, and my personal favorite…”grandma and child hot sex.”
Really? Do people really type in this filthy tripe?
I know, I know… wake-up check, “oh sheltered wife of a pastor.”
But, sometimes I forget, maybe on purpose, how depraved people really are. I put blinders on and plug my ears from the noise. I live in a Christian bubble of nice people and vanilla pleasantries. Everyone is pretty and well dressed, smiling and socially aware of maintaining the “good” facade. Certainly, everyone minds their manners around the pastor and his wife.
And so, I am surprised and shocked when sins are so blatant and in my face, even though I am painfully aware of my own hidden darkness.
My baby illustrates how good we are at the game of image management. She is always watching and always copying mama and daddy. Her second sentence was, “How are you?”
If you ask baby the same question she will respond, “Oh, fine.”
She mimics what I do everyday. The subtle pretend that we all do. If I were honest, my baby would answer,”Oh, a tad bitchy, exhausted, overwhelmed, and pissed off at that idiot who just cut me off.”
I point my finger at the sick puppies, even though, I am constantly aware of my own nasty sin-nature and inequity apart from Christ. It’s just so easy to call “that” guy a pervert and justify my own wicked heart.
So when “Mr. Obscene,” who types in “Grandma and child hot sex” ends up reading my blog. He searches for the darkest of porn and finds my simple little blog instead, the one that talks about faith, Jesus, and our desperate humanness embroiled in sin. But hopefully, he also finds someone who understands loneliness and the void in life when hope is dim.
Now, that is food for thought. And maybe, just maybe, God uses this nifty little keyword tool to lead people into His light when they get lost along the way.
So, here is my message to those who read this post “accidentally.”
I’m glad you showed up.
Sinners and perverts are welcome.
