One summer, in an attempt to anesthetize a momentary rift in my marriage, I impulsively flew off to Italy. I was determined to heal my broken heart by taking in art showcased within the museums of Rome and Florence.
No longer was art confined to a one-dimensional textbook, I’d been able to experience the palpitating beauty of it in person.
What I remember most was the Creation of Adam. I tilted my head far back enough to gaze at Michelangelo’s vivid fresco painted onto the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. What caught my eye was the way God had touched Adam.
My eyes lingered upon the sacred conveyance of power.
With one touch, God breathed life into his son.
With one touch, God put Adam to sleep, cut open his side, and pulled out bone to form Eve.
Woman to quell Adam’s loneliness.
“And they shall become one flesh. And the man and his wife were both naked and were not ashamed, (Genesis 2:25).
Naked and unashamed. Mouth on mouth. Skin to skin. Desire awakening echoes of the highest pinnacle. Enraptured in an act of Holy consummation.
Through touch, we solidify the bond of sacred intimacy. Through touch husbands and wives express God-given love.
Our ancient foe understood the power of touch that it could dismantle the sacredness of human sexuality, and so to this day, he’s hell-bent on counterfeiting its beauty.
“You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree that is in the midst of the garden, neither shall you touch it, lest you die,” (Genesis 3:3).
When wives and husbands open themselves to holy desires, they stave off earthly seductions.
I’ve withheld touch from my husband on account of offense. I widened the abyss of bitterness only to starve our marriage of original art and intimacy.
When we withhold touch, loneliness sets in.
Intimate touch becomes a weapon against the enemy, it reaffirms the importance of coming together to delight in sexual intimacy—a gift God provided for our mutual benefit.
We render temptation null and void through the art of God-honorable love-making.
If we understood the sacredness of sex, could our marriage beds be re-sanctified?
“Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits,” (Song of Solomon 4:16).
And yet maybe these words don’t resonate with you.
Maybe the idea of healthy touch is foreign on your skin.
Maybe what makes sex beautiful perplexes you; you’ve been used and discarded.
Perhaps you’re struggling with the iron cloak of a sexually immoral past and the balm of healing eludes you.
Beloved of God, there’s still time to restore the art within you.
From a slab of second-hand marble, Michelangelo created David, one of the most famous Renaissance sculptures of the art world. Many sculptors had chipped away at the used-up piece of marble, only to cast it aside in frustration.
But Michelangelo saw its potential. He patiently tinkered and smoothed away all traces of former markings.
Today thousands of people stand in long lines waiting to gaze at its arresting beauty.
David didn’t reach full aesthetic glory until Michelangelo restored its rough edges.
Know this—God is the original artist, and you’re still worthy of restoration.
The kiss of God awaits; grace exists to redeem you still and beauty can still be found through days of heartbreak.
I pray good desire and good touch and good loving be a renaissance upon your soul.
Allow your fingers to become brushstrokes of their own; let color tinge your beloved’s skin.
Today, make art with the lover you’ve vowed your own forever to.