“In the coming weeks, I will post seventeen short Advent reflections on the Song of Songs from a young man learning to be a lover and a husband, who at the same time struggles to plant his worth as the beloved Bride of Christ. My guiding question:
How does the birth of God’s Son transform the broken projects of struggling lovers into aspirations for soul mating?
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7A Song of Songs: 7.1-9 Hot Christian Sex
1. How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. 2. Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies. 3. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. 4. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus. 5. Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. 6. How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden! 7. You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. 8. I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, 9. and your kisses like best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
|If there were ever a passage to promote Hot Christian Sex, this would be it. Yet, these Advent reflections remind us that climbing palm trees and enjoying clusters of grapes happens most authentically in the context of Soul Mating. Anything else remains a cheap exploitation. The final reflection in a few days will seal that idea on our hearts.
In our world today, hot sex fuels the economy of objectification. Adult toys epitomize it. We are trained from an early age that whether it is plastic or flesh, it has been made to gratify our bodies. Yet, the human person is so much more. Hot Christian Sex always realizes that love happens between persons who are deep and complex like an orchard.
Don’t get me wrong. Our sex life was meant to be like the best wine, but there is a challenging road one needs to travel to get there. It leads through the transformation of wounded eros.
I sometimes wonder what the holy family must have felt after years in exile. Finally, in the homeland of their youth, they settle in Nazareth. After years of hardship and wilderness, they reach a settled life.
Transformed eros always comes after long years. We all have been marred with images, expectations, and some of us traumatic childhood experiences. We have been told that our bodies are bad and our sexuality as dark as sin. Yet, the journey home to the love of our sexuality means years of wilderness. Can we embrace a life project, which seeks to transform our wounded hearts, or will we run from bed to bed trying to find simple Hot Sex?
Transformed eros means drinking deep in our sexuality while embracing and giving to the intricate souls and bodies of our lovers. It never means wishing they were somebody else. And it looks less like the explosion of a supernova and more like enjoying the subtleties of a field of wheat.