I can't help but be reminded of a song I learned growing up. As a child, it was just another simple chilren's song we learned in church with simple meaning. But as an adult, the simplicity has become so much more profound and the meaning so much more convicting:
Oh be careful little eyes what you see,
Oh be careful little eyes what you see,
For the Father up above is looking down in love,
Oh be careful little eyes what you see.
I know as my boys grow up, I will have less control of what they watch, what they hear and what they see. But never in my household will such filth that was displayed during the halftime show be considered entertainment. I know some will roll their eyes at my convictions but I have no shame of it.
I actually didn't watch any of the game nor the halftime show. But by the accounts of Facebook comments I read, the halftime show along with some of the commercials proved to be just as raunchy as they have been in the past. I can honestly say, I didn't miss anything that would have made me a better person tomorrow by not watching it.
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