May 17, 2008
8.2 The Trojan Horse
Homer and Virgil wrote about the famous battle between the Greeks and Trojans outside the gates of Troy. Interestingly enough, the war was started by Paris’ lust for another man’s wife. The Greeks’ siege lasted ten long and bloody years before they came up with the idea. It was simple but risky. Build a huge, hollow, wooden horse. Fill it with Greeks, and get the Trojans to bring it inside the city gates when they thought the coast was clear. After building the horse and filling it with warriors, the Greeks set sail. They didn’t leave, though. They just hid out of sight until the time was right.
The Greeks were crafty. The horse was considered to be the sacred animal of Poseidon, and so it would seem that it was a gift to the sea god bestowed in order to gain them safe passage home. But the horse was also the customary gift left by a defeated general as a sign of surrender and respect to a conquering general. In case these two customs failed to allay the Trojan’s fears, the Greeks also left behind a spy. His name was Sinon, and he convinced the Trojan’s that the wooden horse was a gift. The Trojans believed him even though several prominent citizens warned the leaders not to accept the horse.
That night, the Trojans had a celebration worthy of the end of a ten-year war. Warriors, who normally would have been on high alert, let their guard down and went to bed sloppy drunk. When the Greeks realized that everyone was asleep, they poured out of the horse, opened the gates for the rest of the Greek soldiers and sacked the city.
The battle for sexual purity is very much a war and often more sinister. If our Enemy was flesh and blood, and God gave the call to engage in battle, we would rush forward despite our fears and fight to the death for our General. But as our Enemy is spiritual and unseen, we are poor warriors. We see the gift of the Trojans outside our gates and lust after it. We listen to the Enemy’s “inside man” (our flesh) as he tells us how great the gift will be. We listen as he tells us that we can’t do without it. We must have it, and what harm could it do?
We open our gates wide and pull the horse in ourselves, suffocating the nagging cry of our conscience that says, “Wait! There’s something wrong here! It’s too heavy. It’s too good to be true. Why would the Enemy give us a gift now after years of bitter bloodshed?”
Once within our gates, the Trojan Horse captivates us. We abandon all our defenses to admire the handiwork, to caress the flanks, to believe mistakenly that the horse is ours, all ours, to do with what we will.
Then, we go to bed, the horse still within our walls. In truth, once we let it past our gates, it will never leave. It becomes one of the many such horses we have allowed within our walls. Insanely, we repeat the folly of the Trojans over and over again, each time convincing ourselves that the horse can do us no harm even though we know better. We’ve cut the throat of our conscience, and left it dying - its still, small voice becoming stiller and smaller.
And while we sleep, gratified in our conquest, the belly of the horse vomits its contents. The Enemy’s henchmen scatter throughout our city, putting to the sword any good they come across. They find our marriage, a prize specifically sought for, and they put it to the sword. Unhindered, they make their way to the very center of our city, and there they find our relationship with God, the chief prize. Mercilessly, they hack away at it. It may take dozens of attacks to kill it completely, but in our steadfast loyalty to the Enemy’s plans, we provide plenty of opportunity.
After the attack, we suffer agonies of loss in the most important relationships in our lives. But sadly, sickly, we look forward to the next visit by the Trojan horse. It helps us to forget our pain for a time, as we live in a fortress that looks strong and secure from the outside while it is filled with death behind its walls.
No one comes to our aid, because as they pass our city, they see only its outward strength. They don’t know about our nightly appointment with the Trojan Horse. But because our infatuation with the horse is progressive (we become dissatisfied with the horse we’ve been getting and we allow the Enemy to bring in a larger one), there will come a day when the Enemy’s victory is complete, and He will be content to tear down our strong walls and reveal the evil that is inside us.
Sounds bleak, doesn’t it? My apologies, but I don’t think I’m being overly dramatic. Because sexual sin can be so easily hidden, we tend not to realize how devastating it is to our relationships with our wives and with God. We are in a spiritual war with real consequences. As long as we allow the Enemy inside our gates, we give him tactical advantage.