“I wish I had heard this 60 years ago.”
She was in her 70s, wiping her eyes as she approached me after the worship service. I’d just preached on the holiness of sex out of 1 Corinthians 6.
“I came of age in the ’60s,” she said. “I was force-fed the ‘free love’ stuff. Sex was like shaking hands. It meant nothing. All that mattered was consent. And I bought it all. The church was backwards; Marilyn Monroe and Hugh Hefner were the future. They were the liberators. But it only gave me decades of suffering, waste. I know God gives grace—I’m not insecure about that. But I’m a bit angry. Why didn’t the church I grew up in teach me these things?”
