Another Theology of the Body, Part XX--"I Refuse to Blow the Candles Out"
Since I recently said that dudes should stop talking about sex and let the ladies have their say , I'm going to end this series now. But I think there is another level to this discussion that I wanted to end on, one that Rowan Williams touches on in his essay "The Body's Grace," and one which I haven't discussed yet. Williams frames this question in terms of a series of novels that I haven't read, but I think the thrust of what he is getting at can be seen in a beautiful, short reflection from Richard Beck, entitled "Refuse to Blow the Candles Out." Here it is in full: I think that life is hard. I think that life is sad and painful. I think that love is rare and fragile. I think that life is full of loneliness and loss and heartbreak and that we're all desperately grateful for even the smallest scraps of human warmth, kindness and intimacy. So if I see even the smallest flicker of love, grace or tenderness I want to protect it. I want to ...