My Sunday morning Bible study is about half-way through Revelation, just before the Great Chapter 12 (wait till they get a load of who the Woman crowned with stars is!). We were discussing the Two Witnesses of chapter 11, who they were modeled after, but especially what they indicated.
As the discussion ranged, I offered the interpretation that these two witnesses symbolized the witness of the Church to the world, and what that witnesses is in our day and how the world responds. The answers were almost all about sex. We discussed the recent Billboard in CA, and activists in general. Not to mention one of the effects of promiscuous sex: abortion. I may have offended a few people who were present but don’t normally attend. We don’t speak that graphically most of the time.
Later that afternoon I was pondering why the discussion was about sex, about why that is such a hot-button sin in most of our minds. If you’re going to pick sins, I suppose those sins are more fun than, say, coveting. But we have so many to choose from, and many are much more dangerous to faith than lust. Why is it that Christians seem obsessed with the bedroom?
I wondered this as I watched “Desperate Housewives” later that night. One character (it was revealed) apparently had affairs in the past; two characters, formerly married were having affairs with each other; one character’s unmarried daughter was pregnant, and another character may have been abused as a child. Then “Brothers and Sisters” came on, and since I had no book handy, and was too tired to write, I watched it. The gay character met a former lover, but nothing happened. The character running for president was accused of having an affair. Other characters were adulterers, another getting divorced due to adultery, or something like it.
Is it a wonder why Christians talk about sex so much?