The Veil is Torn: The Consummation
God and sex.
Yes, God and sex.
What does God have to do with sex?
Maybe everything, as it turns out. Imagine that.
Christ in you, the hope of glory.
See His body, hanging on the cross. The veil is torn. Mysteriously, without human hands.
There's this sense, that one may now access "the Divine" directly.
No one in between. No veil. No intermediary.
And yet, it's a metaphor.
Because where was the Divine? Not in the temple. It wasn't being "set free" from its cage. The Shekinah Glory had departed the holy temple decades ago. The glory had fallen.
Where was God?
Was He on the cross, dying?
The one they looked to as He which would save them. The deliverer. Not from sin, but from the Roman Empire. The sent of God.
Because they themselves... who were they? Merely humans, suffering. Longing to find the Divine. The Deliverer. The one sent to Save.
And there His body hung. Limp. Lifeless.
As dead as the hope they once knew.
Where was God?
It was better that He left, this way He said... so that He could be found within, the Hope of Glory.
God in us.
Within.
You know, Jewish weddings were different from ours. Seven days of celebration and the crowning act was the consummation.
The veil torn.
The blood.
Within.
The consummation.
The Marriage Supper of the Lamb.
The temple of God without the Shekinah glory... The "godlessness"—what if it was always an illusion? What if "God" was always there, right with them, all along.
It makes me think of the poem, "Footprints."
What if "salvation" was simply a matter of waking up?
Waking up to the truth—
That he's always been with us.
He's always been within.
Perhaps, then, salvation is simply a matter of perception.
A matter of finding the Divine formed within.
Maybe He was never gone. Never departed. But it took Him departing to wake us up to our own truth—
Christ is in you.
The Divine Spark.
What would it feel like to realize that your very essence has been knit together from the Fabric of the Divine?
Christ in you, the hope of glory.
