I haven’t written about sex in a while, and I’m feeling a little left behind by the Evangelicals.
Since my last blog post about sex, Pastor Mark has published a book on marriage that covers a healthy section on sex, and pastor Ed Young in Dallas has started his Sexperiment, that’s not counting the myriad blogs that have followed in opinion and discussion.
Sex is hot, no pun intended, and I won’t be left out.
But wait…I can’t talk about sex. I’m single.
I can’t think about sex.
I can’t look at sex.
I can’t even try sex.
All I can do is hope that some nice guy marries me so I can jump in on the discussion.
Or not.
Look, when it comes to sex, I believe we’ve gotten it all wrong.
The issue isn’t whether the Song of Solomon is to be taken literally or allegorically.
The issue isn’t what’s specifically permissible within the context of a heterosexual marriage.
The issue isn’t even whether God likes sex.
I believe with all my heart the problem our society has with sex is that we think about it way too much.
I get the progressive pastors’ arguments. They think we don’t talk about it enough in the church and that many questions remain unanswered. Well I got news for you, pastors: us singles are glad you don’t.
As long as sex remains the highest standard of joy in our culture we will remain empty and dissatisfied.
Our souls will never find complete satisfaction no matter the position or the frequency or the depth of intimacy with another person.
We were made for more.
Until we start believing that, we will forever remain an empty shell looking for simply another thrill.
I’m a single Christian, and I don’t think I’ll ever read the Song of Solomon again.
Ever.
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