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61 It's Only a Puberty Problem By Phil Scovell The bushes had been planted in the L shaped corner of the house. They had grown taller than a man and were so dense, the boys, when they played war, cowboy and Indians, or hide-and-go-seek, would often hide behind them. The three little boys 7 and 8 years old, had to push there way through and behind the bushes. The little 4 year old girl went first. The boys had recently been sexually experimenting, showing each other their penises, touching each other, pressing their limp penises between each other's buttocks cracks, but none of them had even been able to penetrate each other or even masturbate, nor had even been able to have an erection, and didn't seem to be able to because of their age. Once back in the corner of the house, the bushes totally blocked them from public view. Two of the boys, a year older, had announced what they were going to do. The third boy said he didn't want to join in but they said he could come and watch; a decision he later would regret as a Christian. The little girl, without resistance and not knowing any better, let the older boys pull her pants down and touch her genitals, though none of the boys penetrated her in any way, and then in turn, unzipped their pants and asked her to fondle them. She did. It was over and forgotten. Forgotten, except for the Christian boy who didn't participate but was allowed to watch. He knew it was wrong but he didn't want to be left out or laughed at or rejected by his older friends. For literally decades, psychologist have said this sexual activity among children is normal. They say, especially with boys, showing their penises, group masturbation, and even anal penetration, or the next best thing, is nothing more than just the beginning early stages of puberty and it feels good. The same psychologist, professionals in their field of human behavior, who proclaim the normality of such exhibitions, would also agree that the little girl wasn't being molested but it was just child's experimentation. So why was the Christian adult man sitting in my office immersed in grief and guilt he could not handle? Praying, the man's mind immediately focused on the scene. He saw everything. He saw nothing new when the little girl had her pants pulled down and she was fondled. After all, he had a little sister and back in those days, the little ones had to take a bath together in order to save water. He knew what little girls looked like, therefore, but he was still there. There was pain that surfaced and tapped into his emotions. "How did you feel?" "I felt wrong and guilty as if I had participated in some way but I didn't. I've asked God to forgive me over and over but I still feel guilty and as if I had molested her or something." "Is that true, Lord Jesus? Is the man guilty? Did he molest the little girl even though he watched what happened?" Silence fell as the man sat stunned from the sudden truth the Holy Spirit had revealed. "I just realized what happened," he announced with finality in his voice. "What is that?" "I did it to be accepted. I didn't want to be left out although I told the boys I wouldn't do anything to the little girl. I wanted to watch, without participating, so I would still be a part of the group. I was afraid they wouldn't have anything to do with me any longer if I didn't, at least, watch them. Jesus said he was there and saw the whole thing even though we were hidden behind the tall thick bushes. He said I didn't sin and He forgave me for just being there." "How does the memory feel now?" "Ok. Clean, I guess you might say. I'm sorry for what I did but there's no guilt left. I feel free. I know it was wrong but at the same time, I was little, didn't know how to reason things out, and I am forgiven for my part I played even though I didn't touch her or unzip my pants like the other boys. I didn't want to be rejected." He was free from guilt that had tormented him for decades of his life. The Enemy had lied to him and made him feel, since he was a Christian, he had been a willing participant. The memory didn't go away but the guilt did due to the understanding of his desire to be accepted by his friends. His mind had just been renewed with the truth of God's Word. He was no longer rejected.