Approaching our seaside table with a lovely new acquaintance from church, I (Steve) could hear the gentle lapping of waves on the shoreline as the magnificent amber-hued sunset arched over the Pacific Ocean. Maybe life’s not so bad after all, I mused as we were seated and handed leather-bound menus by the maître d’.
As we perused the elegant dining choices, my date and I engaged in meaningful small talk, sharing our hopes in raising our children and our dreams of how God would use us in the future. I gazed upon the sun as it dipped toward the horizon and felt swept up in the moment. For the first time in months, the pain of my divorce seemed light-years away, and my future—whatever it would be—looked as bright as that dazzling orb descending in the western sky.
One by one the delicious courses arrived with a flourish…a crisp, deep-fried calamari as the appetizer, followed by a sumptuous spinach salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing, and then the main course of grilled salmon topped with hollandaise sauce. Fresh salmon heals every wound, Ichuckled to myself. Yet just as suddenly, my bite of airy tiramisu screeched to a jarring halt halfway down the hatch as my date purred demurely, “Steve, please don’t get the wrong impression of me… I’m not all God, motherhood, and apple pie, you know. I love the Bible with a deep passion, but I love the Kama Sutra with another kind of passion all my own,” she said, winking coyly. “I find the positions simply fascinating, and I’ve thrown my whole body and soul into reading my lessons. But what I really need is to get out onto the playing field once in a while for a little practice!”
I nearly spewed my dessert coffee all over the linen shrouded table. The only practice that was going to take place
was me practicing getting out of there. First, I managed to change the subject quickly, and then, a short time later, I
smiled softly and mumbled, “I really hate to run, but my food hasn’t settled very well this evening. Would you mind if we called it a night?”
Perhaps you’re scratching your head, wondering, What’s this Kama Sutra thing? Well, it’s all about sexual positions from an Eastern perspective, and books on the Kama Sutra have been a pretty hot topic out here on the Left Coast for quite some time. The publisher’s description on Amazon.com calls it this way:
Kama Sutra comes to us from fourth-century India.
Written by a holy man, this “love scripture” has
become known in the West as a “bible of sex.” As
such, Kama Sutra of Sexual Positions presents many
facets of sexual embrace from many cultures where
the sexual and the sacred together are the weaver of
the tapestry of life.
Perhaps now you’re gasping, How can a Christian single be equally committed to the Kama Sutra? I haven’t the foggiest idea of how to answer that, but what I do know is that as I reentered the Christian single world, I was quite amazed to find two extremely common disconnections out there. My Kama Sutra story is a prime example of the first one—a disconnection from God’s ways.
I’ve met many committed Christian singles whose faith seems to be integrated into their lives, who take a biblical approach to their work, their money, their children, whatever. But when it comes to sex, they’ve convinced themselves that sex is the exception to every biblical rule. They think like this:
• God understands my sexuality—He knows my needs.
• Sex is just something that naturally happens between two adults who are deeply involved.
• I know it is wrong to have sex with a married woman, but when it comes to sex between two singles, I just don’t think the Bible is so cut and dried.
• Anything short of sexual intercourse is okay.
• I know premarital sex is wrong, but so what? God will forgive me—it’s under the blood!
• God knows that I was married. He knows I’m so used to sex that I just have to have it now.
Such rationalizations are a deep mystery to me. After all, a rational mind—the mind of Christ—is normal for Christians.
A rational mind keeps us safely beneath God’s wings of protection and blessing. But a rationalized mind seems so jarring and abnormal in a Christian, and it rips a jagged breech in our sexual defense perimeters.
Look, it’s time for some straight talk. As men we have an obvious vulnerability in our sexual makeup, and that’s the ability of our eyes and our mind to draw vivid sexual gratification from the sensuality in the environment around us. To put it bluntly, our eyes and mind are capable of intense foreplay…we can look and lust until our engines run so far into the red zone that we may think we’d better masturbate or we’ll explode. If we want to be sexually pure, we have but one choice—we either defend against such weak spots in our sexuality or we will fall to every whim of the Enemy and our flesh.
Excerpted from Every Single Man's Battle by Stephen Arterburn and Fred Stoeker. Copyright © 2005 by Stephen Arterburn and Fred Stoeker. Excerpted by permission of WaterBrook Press, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.