A final thought before bed.
Does anyone think about the strange double-standard we have about God and our sexual experiences?
If you’re a guy and you slip into a lustful thought, or watch pornography, or commit a sexual sin, no one doubts for an instant that God is right there with his “GOTCHA” button.
But the idea that God is equally there when you don’t screw up, when the sexual experience is in a marriage, or without lust, without porn, whatever…. That is like talking Klingon.
So, God only cares if you get it wrong and disappears if you get it right? He doesn’t celebrate when you get it right?
Think about it though.
(Also, the word Eden, as in the Garden of Eden, is also the word for sexual pleasure. Almost like that was part of the design…)