Faith in the Flesh


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rumpled, unmade bed in shadowThe first time I had sex outside of marriage, I was 35.

I’m honestly not sure how I managed to grow up thinking that I had to save myself for my future husband. My progressive, Episcopalian, east coast upbringing certainly didn’t push any such agenda. But in my teens and early twenties, I clung to the romantic fantasy of the Perfect Wedding Night, and insisted on marrying my college boyfriend when we were both 23 and had never seen each other (or any other unrelated adults of the opposite sex) naked.

There were many reasons for our divorce a decade later, but the fact that our sexual relationship was never more than mediocre was certainly one of them. As I was wrestling, personally and theologically, with the death of my marriage, I realized that my refusal to explore this aspect of our relationship before marriage had actually contributed to its failure. No matter what the nuances of one’s approach to the subject, I think most Christians can agree that divorce is a greater evil than premarital sex.

That was the beginning of a deeply unsettling, but ultimately freeing, revision of my personal sexual ethic. As a divorcée, pastor, and single mother, I was navigating choppy waters, to be sure. My denomination is a hierarchical one, so my ordination vows included promises to “respect and be guided by” my bishop and to “pattern your life and that of your family in accordance with the teachings of Christ, so that you may be a wholesome example to your people.”

In a very real sense, my personal life is public, and it’s part of my bishop’s job to know how that personal life is going. Nevertheless, I came to the conclusion that what would ultimately be best for my family, for the congregations I serve, and for any future relationships, would be for me to be fully, responsibly, authentically myself in this new and unexpected dimension of my life – dating and (possibly) mating in my 30s.

I had a long time to think about it. I didn’t meet anyone I was actually interested in becoming intimate with until I had been divorced for more than two years. By the time I did, I was clear in my own mind that I would consider it criminally irresponsible to commit again to the intention of a lifelong relationship with a man, without having experienced physical intimacy with him.

Letting go of the conviction that “sex within marriage = good, all other sex = bad” meant I had to discern new, more nuanced criteria. Although there are many details on which I disagree with St. Paul, I do think he hits on a very important truth when he asserts that any sexual relationship, even a one-night stand, creates a lifelong bond. To sleep with someone is, in effect, to consent to carry them around with you for the rest of your life, even if you never see them again. That’s a pretty high standard to meet, when you think about it.

I articulated this for myself as the basis of my new ethic, and supplemented it with the idea that in order for a sexual relationship to be sound and life-giving, I would need to be able to get up from lying in bed beside my partner and go directly to my prayers, without feeling that there was anything I wanted to hide from, or confess to, God.

I had the chance to put my new ethic into practice when I met J. As it turned out, the decision was hardly a decision at all. (The hardest part may have been figuring out how to give my bishop the heads-up; mercifully, the bishop is a sane and sympathetic one, and I serve in a part of the country where gossiping about whose car is parked overnight in the pastor’s driveway is considered to be in poor taste. Still, it takes some careful wordsmithing to send an email informing the person in ecclesiastical authority over you that you’re planning to sleep with your boyfriend.)

J.’s intelligence and caring, and the respect with which he treated me, made it clear that this was someone with whom I was safe being both literally and spiritually naked, and with whom I would be proud to be connected forever, regardless of the outcome of the relationship. And the quality of the experience, after my tepid marriage, was a revelation of just how profound the possibilities for blessing are, in this embodied life that God has bestowed on us.

Sadly, despite mutual love, desire, and goodwill, my relationship with J. came to an end. I have not yet found a lifelong partner. I have sometimes skirted closer to the edge of my own boundaries than I really like to admit; loneliness and physical longing are powerful things, and I have had my moments of regret. But overall, the way I live my life now feels truer, to myself and to my understanding of God’s desire for God’s creation, than the repression and willful ignorance of my teens and twenties. Dating is still hard. Sex is unquestionably full of vulnerability and risk as well as pleasure, beauty, and connection. But isn’t that true of all of life, especially a life deeply informed by an incarnational faith?


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5 replies
  1. Anony Mouse
    Anony Mouse says:

    Currently in my ordination process. I wanted to like this on Facebook but I had to consider who would see it. :/

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    • TYCWP Administrator
      TYCWP Administrator says:

      From another Anony Mouse, who understandably didn’t want her picture to bely her anonymity, but whose reply we wanted to include:

      “Agreed. Thank you so much for writing and TYCP for sharing. I want to share this broadly but I confess that I am very afraid to. I do think we need to be having this conversation on a much bigger level and some changes need to happen, at least in my denomination’s policies. I hope that it happens sooner rather than later.”

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  2. Tracy Bell
    Tracy Bell says:

    A very honest and relevant reflection on living our embodiedness, and celebrating our sexuality as mature people of faith. – As a single ordained person, I particularly appreciate your choice for vulnerability in sharing a part of your story… Thanks so much.

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    • James
      James says:

      I met a woman in 2013 through an online dating site who was a pastor. I was intimidated while having dinner during our first date but I realized she could have had any occupation midway through our date. We were obviously very attracted to each other and we even kissed when I dropped her off at her house after dinner, which was very surprising to me. She lived south of the Twin Cities so we only dated once a week, but she made it apparent to me before our second date that she wanted to be more physically intimate during our next date and we were. I thought she was beautiful and I enjoyed our conversations, but she unfortunately wasn’t interested in our relationship becoming long-term. Clergy women are still women and they shouldn’t be embarrassed to be humans and our society shouldn’t discourage them from being adult women. I believe more young women would become pastors if this stigma didn’t exist.

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