If pornography was actually beneficial and instructional, it would look quite different. If pornography taught rightly, it would mostly follow a married couple throughout its day.
Or if it wanted to be really risqué, it would begin a series with a single man somewhere and a single woman elsewhere.
Both learning humility, service, worship, and laying aside selfishness.
Then it would introduce the courtship of a young man and a young woman, studying each other’s character in every day life.
Agonizing in prayer, study, and counsel to the cost and be certain of the risk.
If pornography really taught us how to have good sex it would spend a lot of attention in the small duties of life leading up to sex.
It would show a man who respected his wife and did the dishes for her. Who did not forget her because of his career.
It would show a woman who loved her husband and delighted to be with her best friend. Who held no record of wrongs.
If pornography was actually beneficial and instructional, it would look quite different.
If pornography taught rightly, it would show a husband and wife serving one another and walking humbly before God.
Or if it wanted to be really risqué, it would show a couple who valued spiritual well-being above wealth and the American dream.
It would show a couple who goes out to dinner and hold conversations, hold hands, and look like they’re still dating.
Or it would show a woman smiling because she’s secure and wanted and she knows it.
A man who is admired and supported walking confidently about the home.
There would be no disputes over Wall posts and texts.
If pornography really taught us how to have good sex, it would embrace the spiritual, emotional, physical, intellectual, sacredness of it all.
If pornography was actually beneficial and instructional, it would look very different.
It would end with a happy couple in a bedroom having finished relating their day’s events and an evening devotional, turning to one another to make sure they both have the energy for it.
And there would be many films were the husband would be too taxed and he would admit it.
And there would be many films were the wife was too spent and the husband would be gracious still.
And there would be many films were the two would smile with a child-like grin and say, yes.
If pornography taught rightly though, the film would darken and end before anything was seen not because there’s any shame in what they do, but because the art of sexual expression is an act of worship no couple would ever want to share with anyone, but God.