Lust. Of all the vices, it’s one of the ones we find most deplorable when we see it in others,
and the most shameful when we discover it in ourselves.
And so, Christians have tried to squash it for centuries.
Did nature simply overload us in the mating department, hotwiring us for the sex that is so central to the survival of the species, and never mind the sometimes sloppy consequences? Or is there something smarter and subtler at work, some larger interplay among sexuality, life, and what it means to be human?
And there, I think, is the ticket.
Why are we so fixated on sex?
Maybe it’s because something about our sexuality gets at the core of what it means to be human.