This past weekend in church, our pastor's sermon was "Sex". The scripture he used was I Corinthians 7:1-15. This portion of scripture is instruction on Christian marriage. Sex is a good thing. A wonderful thing. A God-ordained union between husband and wife, where the two make themselves vulnerable to one another. By submitting to, and meeting the other's needs, an amazingly intimate union is formed that is not to be shared with anyone else.
I was thinking about this kind of intimacy this morning...You would think this God-ordained, amazing gift of intimacy would be an easy thing to have just the way God intended it. In reality, sex is one of the biggest problems in many marriages. We don't make ourselves vulnerable to one another. We are so busy being "strong" and "in charge" and in not having needs of our own, or maybe in meeting the needs of others, that we don't allow ourselves to become "weak" and vulnerable in this area. We're not willing to let our defenses down and fully submit to one another in this way. We're not always willing to meet our spouse's deepest desires or have our deepest desires met within the boundaries God set up for us. We're afraid. We're afraid to come out of our comfort zones. We deny our spouse and we deny ourself of the wonderful intimacy God desires us to have.
At this point, you're probably wondering what this has to do with denying Christ...I'm going to back track...
A few weeks ago, our pastor issued an invitation to come forward if you wanted to look more like Jesus. I felt the Holy Spirit beckoning me to "Come...Come". I didn't. My feet were glued to the spot where I was standing and I, for whatever reason, didn't go. Part of me was afraid. Not afraid of looking more like Jesus, but afraid of what people would think. Concerned that they would think I was faking it somehow up to this point. I'd accepted Christ a long time ago. I chose Him above all others. He became my husband and I became His Bride. Every day, I try to model the Jesus I love so dearly. He was calling me forward because He wanted to make me look more like Him. More Jesus. Less me. He wanted deeper intimacy. He wanted to take me to a place I'd never been before. And I denied Him... I denied Christ, my Husband. I denied myself. I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to deny Him any longer. I no longer want to be afraid of the something wonderful in Christ that God planned for me long ago. I want to give myself completely to Him. Submit to Him. Be vulnerable to Him. Meet His needs as He meets mine.
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