“If you follow the thread of Christian sexual ethics from its first knots to its present weave, you pass through deserts and dining rooms, councils and kitchens, monasteries clinging to sea-lashed cliffs and reformers’ homes full of children and books. You hear Greek and Latin, Syriac and Coptic, then German and English and Yoruba and Spanish. You meet saints who slept on the ground and saints who wrote love poetry to God in the accents of human desire. The story is not a straight line…”
An essay from an ongoing series.
“If you follow the thread of Christian sexual ethics from its first knots to its present weave, you pass through deserts and dining rooms, councils and kitchens, monasteries clinging to sea-lashed cliffs and reformers’ homes full of children and books. You hear Greek and Latin, Syriac and Coptic, then German and English and Yoruba and Spanish. You meet saints who slept on the ground and saints who wrote love poetry to God in the accents of human desire. The story is not a straight line…”
An essay from an ongoing series.
