The mechanics of procreation. What to stick where and for how long.
I grew up in an age where knowing what to stick where was considered something one was told in one’s teens. Prior to that … roaming all day with friends, bumping into flashers (and only realising years later), playing with fireworks (and avoiding the temptation to both lose limbs or become a pyromaniac), having the freedom to wander anywhere without any electronic tagging via GPS and the ever constant mobile devices of today, never really looking at the other sex with any sex in mind usually.
There are times my morning cuppa with the Lord generates some weird connections.
I missed sex education at senior school. Some forgotten illness meant I came back to find lots of grinning faces and incomprehensible handouts. Internal genital engineering in that odd – vaguely blue and red – colour of our handouts back then. I never really got the gist of where to stick what and where via formal education. However, it was always a topic of conversation outside of lessons. The less formal education of brag and boast between friends. The ones who “did it” every day allegedly – and the ones who never did it ever (but would never admit it). There was lots of informal sex education. Always!!
So how does this link with today’s verses this “second Sunday” into our annual deprivation and sacrifice?
”Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and John, and led them up a high mountain apart, by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, and his clothes became dazzling white, such as no one on earth could bleach them. And there appeared to them Elijah with Moses, who were talking with Jesus. Then Peter said to Jesus, “Rabbi, it is good for us to be here; let us make three dwellings, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” He did not know what to say, for they were terrified. Then a cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud there came a voice, “This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him!” Suddenly when they looked around, they saw no one with them any more, but only Jesus. As they were coming down the mountain, he ordered them to tell no one about what they had seen, until after the Son of Man had risen from the dead. So they kept the matter to themselves, questioning what this rising from the dead could mean.” Mark 9:2-10
It seems He thinks the transfiguration was the three disciples’ private sex education and consummation – the real deal. And having got “that out of the way” – no more need for brag and boast – they could all get on with the important stuff:
Learning how to Love.
Because, even now – 2000+ years later – we still seem confuse sex education and consummation – the real deal – with playground “brag and boast.” There are so many theologies, so many “this is how you discern”, this is how you pray, this is how you worship, this is how you are forgiven, this is how … endlessly and for ever. And – just as in the playground – the ones who brag the most are the ones we often look up to the most – even if we would never admit it!
And this morning it all made perfect sense. This morning I wonder how many of us He has “transfigured” and consummated in His private and unique way. I know He has in my life and relationship.
Which is why I don’t have to listen to playground brag and boast theology. I don’t have to speculate as to “what it’s like”. And I can listen to all the brag and boast with a quiet chuckle. I can hear all the noise and bravado with a fond affection. It’s just that I don’t feel the need “to compare” with others. I don’t have to imagine how it will feel, what it will look like, how it will change me, how I will react. I am not a “Godly Virgin” in the playground – because He popped my cherry a long time ago – privately and intimately. The real deal.
And this morning He whispered in words (a little less colloquial):
“Look back, Paul, see how much you and I focus on love? You don’t need batman any more. You don’t need the “loom” anymore. Even though it is fun to look back and chuckle together – because that will always be “us”.”
Love. It’s always about Love.
“And now look back – where have we been all this time?”
Learning to Love.
“What about fear … what is the reason for dwelling together on fear?”
Learning to Love. The answer is always love.
“You are doing well, young Grasshopper! :-) ”
Well thank you kindly, old Master! :-)
:-) :-) :-)
I am possessed. I am of One. I am not a Virgin. He and I have consummated our relationship. We do quite frequently! Which means I can get on with learning how to love.
Transfiguration and consummation – the real deal!
(now is that a groovy “Lent Message” of deprivation and sacrifice, or what!)
It’s always about love. Learning to Love better.
If we allow.