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Date Written: 5/25/25 Last Updated: 5/26/25


The autumn rain tapped against the coffee shop window as Sarah sipped her latte, her Bible open to Romans 6. Across from her sat Mark, his eyes fixed on his phone, scrolling restlessly. They’d met months ago at a community event, and despite their differences—Sarah’s quiet faith and Mark’s polished skepticism—they’d struck up an unlikely friendship. Lately, though, Mark seemed distracted, his usual confidence fraying at the edges.

“Mark, you okay?” Sarah asked, setting her cup down. “You’ve been staring at that screen like it’s got all the answers.”

Mark sighed, tossing his phone onto the table. “Honestly? I’m not okay. I’m… stuck. I keep doing things I know aren’t good for me, but I can’t stop. It’s like I’m trapped in my own head.”

Sarah’s heart stirred. She recognized that tone—the same desperation she’d felt years ago, before Christ set her free from her
own private struggles, including the sexual fantasies that once consumed her thoughts. She leaned forward. “What kind of things, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Mark hesitated, his face flushed. “It’s personal. Stuff I don’t talk about. Like… thoughts I can’t shake, fantasies that keep pulling me in, even though I know they’re messing me up. I try to stop, but it’s like they own me.”

Sarah nodded, her voice gentle. “I get it, Mark. I used to be there—lost in my own head, chasing things that left me empty. For me, it was fantasies too, a way to escape loneliness. But they weren’t just harmless thoughts. The Bible says sexual sin is different—it’s against your own body, your own soul.” She tapped her Bible. “First Corinthians 6:18. It was like I was fighting a losing battle.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, skeptical but curious. “You? You seem so… put together. How’d you get past it?”

Sarah smiled softly. “I didn’t. Not on my own. I was a slave to those desires, Mark, until I met Jesus. He changed everything.” She opened her Bible to Romans 6:18 and read, “‘and, having been set free from sin, have become slaves of righteousness.’ When I trusted Christ, He broke sin’s grip on me. I’m not perfect—I still struggle sometimes—but I’m not a slave to those fantasies anymore. I’m free to live for something better, for God’s glory.”

Mark shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know, Sarah. I’m not religious. I’ve tried fixing myself—cutting back, setting goals—but I keep falling back into it. If God’s real, why doesn’t He just stop me?”

Sarah’s eyes softened with compassion. “Because God doesn’t just want to fix your behavior, Mark. He wants your heart. Sin isn’t just what you do; it’s who you are without Christ. You’re enslaved to it, like I was. But Jesus died to take the penalty for your sins and to break their power over you. He rose to give you new life. It’s not about trying harder—it’s about trusting Him.”

Mark looked down, his voice barely a whisper. “But I’ve done so much wrong. How could God want me?”

Sarah turned to 1 John 1:9 and read, “‘If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.’ That’s a promise, Mark. God’s not waiting for you to clean yourself up. He’s waiting for you to come to Him, confess, and let Him forgive you. That’s what He did for me. When I confessed my sins—my fantasies, my shame—He forgave me and started changing my desires. I found joy in Him, not those empty thoughts.”

Mark’s eyes glistened, his defenses crumbling. “I want that, Sarah. I’m tired of this… weight. But how do I even start?”

Sarah reached across the table, her voice steady. “You start by believing Jesus is who He says He is—God’s Son, who died for your sins and rose again. You confess your sins to Him, not to earn forgiveness, but to receive it. You trust Him to save you and make you new. Want to pray with me? You can talk to Him right now.”

Mark nodded, his hands trembling. Sarah bowed her head and prayed, “Lord Jesus, Mark’s here, and he’s tired of carrying this burden. He knows he’s sinned, and he wants your forgiveness. Show him your love, your grace. Set him free from sin’s power, like you did for me, and make him a slave to righteousness, living for you.”

Mark’s voice broke as he whispered, “Jesus, I’m sorry. I’ve messed up—my thoughts, my choices. I can’t fix myself. Please forgive me. I want you to be my Savior.”

As they lifted their heads, Mark’s face was different—still weary, but lighter, like a man stepping into sunlight after years in shadow. Sarah smiled. “Mark, you’ve just begun the greatest journey. You’re free now, not because you’re perfect, but because Christ is. Keep seeking Him—read this,” she slid her Bible toward him, “and let’s talk more. You’re not alone.”

Mark took the Bible, a spark of hope in his eyes. “Thanks, Sarah. For the first time, I feel like I can breathe.”


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