Schools are deviating further from their purpose every year it seems. What started out as an institution to promote the learning of the basics of education has seen itself forced into a pulpit for secular humanism and a place for indoctrination into the latest liberal thoughts and practices.
On the surface, one sees some really beneficial things in the liberal’s thought– it would be great if we could all share our wealth and no one could go hungry. It would be terrific if there could be no wars. The problem is that we do not live in the perfect world, and apart from Christ we will not get there. The other problem is that giving children freedom in absence of a moral standard is a recipe for destruction.
Take, for instance, what is being sold as cheerleading in the current culture. Now, I have to admit, as a teenage boy it was hard not to be tempted by the short skirts that cheerleaders wore– regardless of whether they were bloomers, panties, or whatever they had under those skirts. The fact that some of their moves made their skirts come up was not something that effected me in a godly way.
A few years after I was done with college, I was attending a high school basketball game, and I couldn’t believe that it had gotten worse. The girls came out in regular cheerleading outfits, except the panels of the pleated skirts were cut (or never connected) so that it was like getting a peep show the entire time. And they danced provocatively to some rock song… Kinda like what is recounted by Lawrence Downes (courtesy of WizBang):
It’s hard to write this without sounding like a prig. But it’s just as hard to erase the images that planted the idea for this essay, so here goes. The scene is a middle school auditorium, where girls in teams of three or four are bopping to pop songs at a student talent show. Not bopping, actually, but doing elaborately choreographed re-creations of music videos, in tiny skirts or tight shorts, with bare bellies, rouged cheeks and glittery eyes.
They writhe and strut, shake their bottoms, splay their legs, thrust their chests out and in and out again. Some straddle empty chairs, like lap dancers without laps. They don’t smile much. Their faces are locked from grim exertion, from all that leaping up and lying down without poles to hold onto. “Don’t stop don’t stop,” sings Janet Jackson, all whispery. “Jerk it like you’re making it choke. …Ohh. I’m so stimulated. Feel so X-rated.” The girls spend a lot of time lying on the floor. They are in the sixth, seventh and eighth grades.
You see, the ultimate expression of sexual liberation is a constant and pervasive concept in people’s minds that we are all sexual beings primarily– which is totally inaccurate. We are beings created to worship. However, we are being lead to worship sex, the god “Eros” or however you want to look at it.
This is exactly the battleground us as parents and teens have to face as our society continues to be saturated in not only sexual stimuli, but encouragement to parade ourselves around as if we’re here for only one purpose– self pleasure. Christians know that there is a higher calling.