CUSTODY OF THE EYES
I was listening to a call-in show on Catholic radio this week and a grandmotherly-sounding lady called and told about how she had had something wrong with her kidneys, and her hormones had gotten all out of whack.
Then she asked for counseling about her struggle with “custody of the eyes”. This is something nuns and monks say, refering to not looking about at every little thing like a busybody, or along the line of modesty, not ogling sexy-looking persons’ bodies.
She seemed to be talking about the ogling kind. It seemed so strange - a little old grandma eyeballing fit, hunky young men. Or maybe eyeballing women - there’s a lot more of them trotting around their physiques for inspection by all.
This urge to ogle was always in my mind a ‘guy thing,’ gazing at and wanting to ravish strange dames and strumpets. Gee, imagine a grandma having to deal with that stuff!
Bottom line: she seemed to feel that calling in to the show and getting some advice had really helped her.
