It’s amazing that God has created us to be sexual beings, made sex so wonderful and powerful, and given us sanction to enjoy it, and yet we’re so slow to even talk about it. One of the books in the Bible is even a celebration of this gift, if you can dare to read it. Some aren’t, so they say the book is really about Christ’s love for the church. Yeah, right. The only time you hear about sex in most churches is when someone has fallen. We don’t know what to do about it. I’m convinced of a few things – that sex is a gift, that we are all sexually broken, that our secrecy about sex is not helping. I’m convinced we need to celebrate the goodness of sex so we’re not so drawn to the dark underside and all the guilt that goes with it. I’ve sat with a couple of friends lately and heard stories of their sexual brokenness. In one case, I’ve heard a story of restoration, confession, and hope. In another case, I’ve heard a desire expressed that the struggle remained private, that nobody would have known. I heard anything but a story of healing. I don’t know what the answer is exactly, but I think it’s probably about celebrating the gift a little more, and refusing to keep our struggles with the dark underside – a struggle we all have in common in one way or another – such a secret. That would be a good start anyway.