Strip clubs

Some of my best friends tried to take me to a strip club for a bachelor party experience. These were guys who loved me, loved Jesus, but under the banner that this was some rite of passage they were able to set aside the disconnect between this one-time (presumably) experience and following Jesus in a way that glorifies him and makes him famous.

I had to quote scripture and get pretty "preachy" to escape this ambitious undertaking by my buddies. I'm pretty sure I ruined the master party plan.

Without drawing lines anywhere that Scripture doesn't create boundaries, it seems to me that we dare not wink at sin anytime or anywhere. Again, if the Bible is OK with me having a drink, I should be able to hoist one. But it seems really clear that I should not get drunk, so is it OK if I don't laugh that off when my fellow brothers and sisters drink too much?

Some people lean into sin as if it represents the good life, something that we have agreed to no longer access as a result of our love for Jesus. This reasoning is as flawed as the married man who is saddened because his vows to one woman have taken him out of circulation with lots of other women. "Love God and do as you please" is the maxim St. Augustine used to guide us. I find the sequence critical to this process. I didn't want to hit the strip club years ago precisely because my love relationship with God meant--and means--too much. Sin isn't to be trifled with by me if it is important to God.