Now the idea behind this blog is seen from a man's point of view, but the question and the hypothetical remains. A question I always struggle with in my faith and in my logical self reasoning... here it is.....
This one may not be as long, but there was a thought in my head today that i wanted to submit to my little word vomit folder.
Picture a warm, serene summer’s afternoon, and you are on a walk, deep in the wilderness, enjoying the distance from humanity, the commotion, and any stress.
You come across a watering hole; you are overwhelmed with the urge to swim. As you undress to enter, you notice that the pond is already inhabited by a beautiful,
supple woman. Long red hair, slicked back by the water, pale skin, riddled with
little freckles. she swims totally nude, and as you notice her, and turn to
leave so's not to intrude in her privacy, but it’s too late, she already seen
you. Not alarmed by your presence, she invites you to join her. She swims over,
reaches a shallow but of pond bottom, and stands, revealing her smooth, wet
body. Perfect pink nipples upon her breast, and wide hips and thighs, water drips from her as she lures you in. You calmly obey, who wouldn’t, and undress yourself, as she watches and becomes excited herself. You wade in, you begin to converse, and find you share quite a bit of commonality with this mysterious woman.
For hours you talk, embrace, fondle, her intoxicating, deep green eyes seem to pull your soul in to them. You have, in fact, have fallen in love at first sight, and she shares your feelings as well. As summer day slips into hot summer evening, you find yourself, with her, in a soft meadow field. Not bothering to get dressed, you
lie there nude exploring every sensitive aria of each other’s bodies. As you
mount her, she stares into your eyes with those emerald irises. You begin to
make love, gently, and carefully as if she might break. Your climax, along with
hers, is the most intense ever felt.
After it is all done, you hold her close. Smelling her strawberry hair, kissing her soft pale, spotted skin, pressing into her vivacious, round hips, it is a perfect summer’s day. The next day is unplanned, unknown, and unthought-of of. You may not start anything with this beautiful stranger, marriage isn’t planned, further interaction may not happen. What happed today was a freak happenstance. It was perfect; it was grand, almost fairytale, and amazing. But according to the bible, everything read.... is a sin.
The bible also reads, if it’s good, its God. Everything that happened in the hypothetical, was good. It was uncomprehend-ably good, but the act of sex before marriage is a sin. If what happened was good, and what is good is God, how it can be a sin....