Isn't sex about life...and death and God? It is the essence
of life, the beginning of existence. Not only is it how new life is made, but
also through it we may impart life to our lover. We may also impart death.
There is a sense of rest and peace, shelter from the world and
all the heartache and hardships and loss that are part of this often unyielding
planet. Connected in safety, vulnerability, and complete surrender to our
lover, there is life. But sometimes there is not safety. Sometimes it is scary.
Sometimes it is the idea of life; but no love, no light exists there and giving
ourselves does not mean we live on in someone else, but rather that we die
there between bodies full of passion without love. And always we die to our
individual selves in some way while becoming one with another—we can either die
to live as one or die to melt away, part of us gone forever.
Sex is a sacrifice offered on the altar of another's body; a holy sacrifice that regenerates life through acceptance or destroys it in the rejection. There is so much breathtaking beauty and fragility in baring your body and soul, your heart is left weakened either to be rebuilt in togetherness or completely broken and hollow in the empty abyss that is "alone". That is why it doesn't end when it's over. Each time, we give a part of ourselves away, which leaves us continually searching for that which we've lost within another person (or several people). The lack of fulfillment is a symptom of death; life produces contentment and satisfaction.
Sex is a sacrifice offered on the altar of another's body; a holy sacrifice that regenerates life through acceptance or destroys it in the rejection. There is so much breathtaking beauty and fragility in baring your body and soul, your heart is left weakened either to be rebuilt in togetherness or completely broken and hollow in the empty abyss that is "alone". That is why it doesn't end when it's over. Each time, we give a part of ourselves away, which leaves us continually searching for that which we've lost within another person (or several people). The lack of fulfillment is a symptom of death; life produces contentment and satisfaction.
And the Spirit of God, as Author and Creator of life, sex,
eternity is there in all of this. His face is not veiled, his eyes do not widen
in shock and disbelief. He knows that He made us with this desire, this
propensity for life. It is our reckless treatment of it that garners His
abhorrence—this wanton treatment and casual participation in a sacred act of
being. That is why I cannot treat sex with the same casualty that some may;
because it is sacred. It is the soul's exchange of life, of death, of spirit
with another.
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