“Wholly Desirable: Sexuality and the Mystery of God” – Many Journeys MCC - - July 10, 2016
Published at : 18 Jan 2021
Excerpts from Genesis 2 and 3 (NRSV)
Then God said,
“It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper as his partner."
So God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the man, and he slept; then he took one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh. And the rib that God had taken from the man he made into a woman and brought her to the man.
And the man and his wife were both naked, and were not ashamed.
"You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree that is in the middle of the garden, nor shall you touch it, or you shall die.' "
But the serpent said to the woman, "You will not die; for God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil."
So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate; and she also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate.
Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made loincloths for themselves.
They heard the sound of God walking in the garden at the time of the evening breeze, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of God among the trees of the garden.
But God called to the man, and said to him,
"Where are you?"
He said, "I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself."
"Who told you that you were naked?”
Song of Songs 4: 1-7; 5: 10-16 (NRSV)
How beautiful you are, my love, how very beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them is bereaved.
Your lips are like a crimson thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Your neck is like the tower of David, built in courses; on it hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.
Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.