"Thus the Lord used to speak to Moses face to face, just as a man speaks to his friend."
"I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
I have drunk my wine and my milk.
Eat, friends; drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers."
Eat, friends; drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers."
It’s easier to hike a mountain than make love. If you’re seeking release—sex is easy. True intimacy requires work. Fearful, mask lowering, work. Hiking a mountain is easy that way—on a base level easy to be selfish. Intimacy requires giving yourself away.
I am not hungry for surface relationship. I desire
connections that consume. Soul to soul with my wife; iron to iron with friends
and face to face with God. This is frightening and holy ground. I try for
transparency. Peel back layers and talk to my wife—even about the crap inside
me. God fully aware, but still, I speak, I cry, I convey feeling.
My mom; my parents, did not hug. There was no touch in our
house---except hand to head and nail to arm with my sister. Hugging and touch a
foreign language. My childhood was devoid of intimacy in talk and touch. No
safety there.
Intimacy is ill defined by touch. I was in my forties and
mom in her seventies. A three-hour drive for work; crashing at her house. She’d
spoil me with dinner, breakfast or both. Ever the night-owl---we’d sit down at
that long wood dining-room table and talk. Past midnight. Over rich home-made
dishes and Trader Joes cheesecake. Here
is a strange thing; in this breaking of bread that table became a safe place. A
satisfying, sweet place where we shared heart and thought; as mother to son and
friend to friend.
To be intimate does not require touch. Touch affirms but
isn’t required. Intimacy is established
and nurtured in ritual and security. The desired depth with God, wife or friend
occurs in this context. The over and over again meeting with another through
celebration and storm. Open table, safe place, face to face. Over time,
transparency and intimacy will grow. Imbibe deeply, O lovers!
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