Rather than wasting the gas by going into the city another day during the week, I decided to bundle the kids up and do all the errands in one packed morning.
We had a grand ol' time. We always do, really, when we head out (especially when we are lucky enough to have this song play on the radio while we cruise around).
When we arrived at Chapters, I quickly found the Voskamp book, found a nice day-planner for myself at 75% off (yipee!) and then told the boys we could play around in the kids' section for a while. They have a Thomas train table set up there, as well as other various toys, so it really seems like a paradise to little ones, and the hip moms can sit and sip their Starbucks while the kids play. (Since I am not hip, nor would I allow myself to spend that much money on a cup of coffee, I instead gushed geekishly over my day-planner and played puppets with the children.)
On our way out, though, everything went south. Fast.
Because St. Valentine's Day is approaching, they had a display labelled "A Knotty Life" with various books that were obviously capitalizing on the popularity of 50 Shades of Grey. You see, nothing helps you celebrate the feast of a Christian martyr than... well... perversion.
Some of the covers were border-line pornographic.
I marched Noah and Isaiah quickly past this display, only to be confronted by another one. I think this one said "Seduction" and again had various books and products that were unmentionable. Noah pointed to something, I think it was massage oil, and said in a voice that was clearly uncomfortable (perhaps he was sensing my revulsion and horror), "Mommy what is that?"
"Nevermind." I told him and stomped to the cash register. When it was my turn, I couldn't help it; I told the young clerk how upset I was that my innocent children were being bombarded with these images and products. Of course I was mortified and infuriated that I, the 'prudish old housewife' had to tell a young man, probably only about 19 years old, how inappropriate this all was.
He blushed profusely, apologized sincerely, and assured me that he and the other staff were disgusted by the merchandise they had to put out "because of Valentine's Day." He encouraged me to fill out the survey from the receipt and tell them I was unhappy with it all.
Of course I did, and I insisted on a response. I haven't heard back yet.
As an antidote to this cultural poison, I am beginning anew in praying daily for my children's innocence. This is a practice I felt called to do some time ago and faithfully did for awhile, but had it fallen somewhat by the wayside.
These sweet boys, they still glow with the grace from their baptism. I refuse to let Chapters take that away from them!
- “If any of you put a stumbling block before one of these little ones who believe in me, it would be better for you if a great millstone were fastened around your neck and you were drowned in the depth of the sea."
- Matthew 18:6
(On a lighter note, feel free to enter my giveaway! It'll be open until Sunday.)