This morning I'm thinking about passion and reproduction. Here's something from our friend Angie W in Plymouth:
"Wow, buddy. You hit a home run by posing the reproduction question. Lots of passion around that issue…isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be? Passionate, I mean? I very much appreciated Mike’s response and posted a comment. The loss of passion, the clinical and scientific approach we’ve taking to insure we “carry on the family name”, all of that kind of thinking makes me sad both for myself and my kids but for the family I belong to. Fortunately, we can change all that. I truly believe that we are in the midst of a Reformation. Very cool." Angie
I don't know all things, but it seems to me without passion we are just going through the motions.
When Arlyce and I spent 60 months at the Mayo Fertility clinic trying to bring Kathryn Elizabeth into the world back in the last millenium, we learned the science and all the mechanics and timing of trying to make a baby. We did the surgeries, drug treatments, lazer treatments. Everything.
But in all the focus and frustration, the joy was lost to the mechanics for us, and it almost destroyed our marriage. Making love, which should be such a wonderful, joyful, spontaneous, bonding thing became a mechanical thing, a scheduled thing, and finally a joyless thing. "It's that time of the month. Just do it!"
Oh, that really put me in the mood.
Is that the problem with the church? All the mechanics but no passion for the gospel? No passion for the lost? (or no belief that there are any lost?) No desire? The joy is lost, the hope is lost, and the things that lead to reproduction just don't happen.
We are supposed to be the bride of Christ, but we're so busy with everything BUT reproduction that we're too tired to even go through the motions. At the end of the day, we don't have any energy left for the one thing that matters.
One can learn the mechanics, but how can one rekindle the desire?
So, for the future of the church, I ask you two questions, this Lord's day:
1. On the female side, what causes one to lose the spark? The desire? Is it that we are just to old and dried up that we don't want to go through the trouble? Are we afraid of conceiving at our age? What causes one to say, "Not tonight. I'm just too tired," then "Maybe tomorrow" and eventually "not ever!"
2. On the male side, what causes one to look at every other love or distraction but the one that matters? What causes one to turn a cold and angry face to the wall night after night? Maybe this is too graphic for a Sunday morning, but what causes one to go limp and stop sending blood to the right places?
Any ideas?