Growing up as a boys in America, we are inundated with sexual images and various opportunities for lust. Through our adolescent years we sort of consume all of this imagery like a Friday night at the Golden Corral. And the smorgasbord just seems to get larger as we get older.
But at some point in our masculine journey, we are struck by the desire for just one woman. And to the distain of our flesh, we entertain the idea of being with one woman only. We wonder at the thought of putting to rest all of our lustings after various women, real or pretend, and pursue one above the rest. The temptation, of course, is for us to turn back to the ways of old as soon as we make an attempt at "monofeminism." (That is a word I made up...just go with me here.)
This human drama seems to be a representation of what happens to our interaction with God. At some point we attempt to be monotheistic. By that I mean we don't just espouse the view that there is one God, but we actually begin to worship only one God. We as societies and as individuals move to a place where we desire to put aside our chasing after many gods, in favor of the pursuit of The One, The Only, The God of Israel.
The typically male struggle to be faithful to our wives seems to just be a shadow of what is happening behind the scenes. Though we might first assume that it is a battle of lustful desires or a battle of the mind, deeper still, it is a battle of the soul. The tendency for our eyes to wander and for our thoughts to chase after internet images and video pleasures is a smaller battle in a much larger war.
The war itself is asking us to, "Choose today which God or gods you will serve." Daily we are faced with whether we will remain monotheistic, submitting ourselves to God, or whether we will carve out our own household idols. And the most harmful idol, of course, is the one we try to groom at the start of each day and the one which consumes our thoughts as we rest our heads on our pillows each night.