There was this guy who worked for a very powerful CEO. The CEO strutted around and talked about how important he was. However, he also claimed that God had told him to start this business, fire that other guy, build this structure, etc. He went to church every week. He tithed. He clucked his tongue at the injustices around him. He had but one fatal flaw: he liked women. IT didn’t really matter who, he just like the female body. Any glimpse of it and he would fill with lust. A shoulder would set him to fantasizing, a thigh to dreaming. He was consumed by it. It came to pass that this CEO and his bottled up lust laid his eyes on his business partner’s naked wife. It was accidental. They were playing poker and he needed to pee. He stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and opened the door. His eyes were then assaulted by the vision in the bubble bath. Well not in it, emerging from it. The lust was evidence on his face and 3 feet lower. She was flattered, he was horny. It wasn’t the right thing to do, but it did happen.
This guy, this worker friend and confidante was also at the poker game. He knew of his bosses flaw and started to worry when it took a long time to pee. He excused himself and went to corral his wayward boss. He opened the door just as the groans subsided. He quickly entered the room and shut the door. He spoke quickly and decisively. He handed pants, shirt, and loose clothing. He handed her a towel. He shoved the boss out of the room despite the please that he still needed to pee. They sat for a few more hands and then promptly left the house.
Hung-over and only partly sure what had happened, the boss listened as his assistant laid out the plan. He suggested complete honesty and a recovery program. He stopped short of a chastity belt and castration, but wondered if that is what needed to happen. The boss groaned compliance and agreement. As the assistant left the room, he called the lawyer to severe the business relationship. He suggested his lawyer should be ruthless in the division of property. No reason was given.
The assistant stood before his boss a few months later. The woman was pregnant, the business in shambles, the partner in ruins. The assistant held a letter of resignation. Before he handed it over to the pleading boss, he spoke of truth. He spoke of the need for the man to clean his side of the street. He spoke of God. The boss understood, it would be months before it made a difference. God would wait.
We all need a Nathan. We all need a Silas, a Barnabus. Who is yours?