Yes, maybe. Anyway that is the point pondered in Mark Shea’s recent and sort of Chestertonian post over at NCR. Excerpt:
The Church recognizes that sex is a sign, not the reality. It is sacramental, but it is never proposed as the sacrament of the altar…That’s not because sex is impure. It’s because sex is a raging fire that will burn out of control once you remove it from the only safe place it can be found: the fireplace of the marriage bed. Kept there, it is as pure as virginity.
In other news, Amy Winehouse is dead. I don’t know if she was a good woman or a bad woman, but she was certainly a wounded one — something I and many of y’all can identify with — and she made music that was beautiful and genuine. That is certainly something. Let’s pray for her.
Speaking of The Beautiful and The Wounded, do you all know Heather King? She is an “ex-lawyer, ex-drunk Catholic convert.” I keep meaning to read her memoirs, Parched and then Redeemed, but her blog is lovely. Excerpt from The Gestalt of Christ:
Christ never spoke with hubris and he never spoke with obfuscation. He spoke in such a way that we are invited to ponder the deepest mysteries of ourselves, our daily lives, and the people around us. I mean is not Christ the original, ÜBER koan, and everything he said and did a koan? He is utterly transparent and utterly unfathomable. He revealed himself fully and he also said “I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now” [John 16:12]. He was all secret and had no secrets.
Happy Sunday! It rained all over my frustrated attempts to fix my turn signals, but now the sun is shining and I’m off to a barbecue, sans bike.