Rick Warren has an odd traveling habit:
HH: You have stayed above scandal. Thank you for that, because so many Christian pastors, you know what happens when this happens, and we could name 30 of them, the damage they do.
RW: Yeah, I keep a list.
HH: You keep a list?
RW: Actually, I have what, Hugh, I’ve had it for almost 40 years. I call it a warnings file. And every time I watch somebody, and Satan has no temptations that are new. It’s either money, sex or power. It’s lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes, the pride of life, and you have to know the antidotes, and you have to set up the parameters that keep you from even being tempted in those areas, which means for instance, I’m never alone, ever, ever alone with a woman, or even my myself when I’m traveling.
I’ve managed to not cheat, have meth-infused masseuse sex or get underage girls pregnant thus far, and have done it without maintaining a years-long file about every time I thought about sex. This is because I’m a normal human being and Rick Warren, apparently, is not. If you’re so incapable of basic human interaction that you must literally be monitored around half the human race at all times, you have a serious, deeply troubling problem.
This does not make Rick Warren a moral exemplar. It makes him deeply fucked in the head. And a “purpose-driven” movement whose purpose seems to be to drive you to obsession with your cock’s indefatigable need to be in a woman barring a dude standing around and making it all gay really needs to be reexamined.