I remember when, as a Christian adolescent, I would spend time alone in my room, knees on the carpet, Bible on the bed. I would enjoy those times of communion with God. And every so often, while in that place of prayer, I would find myself suddenly stimulated, suddenly erect.
If I was “being natural” and didn’t stop to think about it I would begin stroking and soon come to the delight of orgasm. But then there were the times when I would afterward stop being natural, and think about what I had done. I would become conscious of my “dirty deed,” and repent of my “failure” with bitter tears.
Oh how I wish I knew then what I know now. I had not, as I feared, been “tempted by the world, the flesh, and the devil.” I had not succumbed to the “lust of the flesh.” No, while in prayer God had merely decided to bless this earnest young Christian with a gift of sexual pleasure and release, giving me physical delight, and relieving me for a little while of the continual sexual pressure and temptation I felt as a Christian teen.
Those precious moments were not an attack against my life in Christ. They were a gift from God to enjoy, as I do today – freely, and as frequently as they come.
Responding as nature intended was and is the right thing to do. When God brings a blessing, it is best to receive it.
God is good.