Brad Watson

Not every thought in your head should be attributed to your heart.

I can still see my church's shag green carpet under my prostrate body and my head bowed in prayer. I was a young man with raging hormones--passionate for God but developing sexually as well.

In an agonizing moment, I wanted to scream out with frustration as I fruitlessly attempted to shut out of my mind sexual images that kept interrupting a holy moment of prayer. Like Paul my cry was: "Who will rescue me from this wretched body of death?" (Rom. 7:24, NIV). I felt dirty, defeated and distant from God.