“I have been having wet dreams with increasing frequency in the last few months. I’m I normal?”
This is a question a young man posed to a radio presenter who purports to be a marriage and sex counselor despite the fact that she (the presenter) is a single mother at the age of 28 after, what I call, a failed marriage attempt.
I’m sure that you were shocked to see the sentence at the start of the article and might have started by wondering what this article is doing on the Satima website, surely not another hacker! I assure you the answer he received was even more shocking:
“Don’t worry. This is quite normal and once you resolve to have sex more frequently, these dreams will reduce and eventually disappear. So, you just identify the right girl…”
Unfortunately, this has been going on for (far) too long. But what is anyone doing about it? What are we doing about it? When the radio station happens to be playing in a matatu, you can feel the tension in the air but no one seems to have the guts to tell the driver to change the station. People exchange brief embarrassed glances, then turn to look out of the window or pretend to be reading their precious novels wanting to make themselves believe that things will right themselves in the end.
That it is not an easy task, I concur, but that should not be an excuse for not acting. St. Josemaría writes in The Way, “You are right. ‘The peak’ — you told me — ‘dominates the country for miles around and yet there is not a single plain to be seen: just one mountain after another. At times the landscape seems to level out, but then the mist rises and reveals another range that had been hidden.’ So it is, so it must be with the horizon of your apostolate: the world has to be crossed. But there are no ways made for you. You yourselves will make them through the mountains with the impact of your feet.”
I could not have put it any better. The impact of our feet is our ingenuity on methods of fighting this monster which, if not contained in time, will eventually destroy the moral fabric of our society.
You might say, “But, I don’t know what to do. I’m not good at this sort of stuff. I don’t have any talents.” Say that again, slowly this time…
Deep inside you may realize that this is not true and that the real reason we make no effort is either because of laziness or cowardice, or both. It is up to each one of us to check and see what we can do and to stop imagining that this is a task for only specific people and that the rest of us can sit back and hope for the best. “That conversation was as dirty as a sewer! It is not enough for you to take no part in it. You must show your repugnance for it, strongly!” writes St. Josemaría in The Furrow.