With Trembling Step Tread I
Like a nine year old boy whose last adventure on river ice was as a very cold and wet six year old boy, I have once again stepped out onto the thin ice of the world wide web.
It was January 1, 2003, that I disconnected the internet. Reconnecting it has been no small feat for me, as my great vice has been, nigh on two decades now, sins of lust. And the 'net holds lust a-plenty... perhaps moreso than it did three years ago. I don't intend to find out.
My wife and I are beginning to see that we cannot contribute to our society in a fully meaningful way without being able to connect to its most vital mode of information transmission. So with prayer to God and his saints (especially St. Benedict) we are back online.
So now I can blog from home... if CyberPatrol lets me. Oh, by the way, all you paranoidiacs at peacefire.org who protest site filtering software - I invite you to consider the plight of a man in my situation. Self control is a virtue that I have learned some of, yet it is only as absolute as my will, and my will has been trained in a sinful manner. So I welcome a watchful eye. Let Jesus be my Big Brother.
Lord, have mercy.... St. Benedict and St. Michael - pray for me... increase my faith and my self control.