I've discovered a hidden biblical theme that is going to make some of you very uncomfortable. Pouring over the stories, I'm finding some curiously repetitive relational strife and struggle that mirrors the very human gem of sex. I'm not talking about beastly reproduction. Or obligatory duty. Or entitled violence—although those counterfeit realities are clearly illustrated as well.
I'm talking about a very beautiful, gentle, complex, attractive, confident, vulnerable collision of man and his maker. And all the heartbreakingly painful diversions from that that we practice. And all the good that comes from it.
What would happen if we let sex be what it was designed to be? What if we cherished it and protected it and promoted it and lavished ourselves upon it? For the truth to be told, revealed, experienced and celebrated?
