I just finished watching Beowulf (2007) and the trailers for Get Smart and Wanted. The glaring similarity between all three item? Sex, of course.
In Beowulf, the kingdom glamorizes fornication. Angelina Jolie plays a naked she-demon “covered” in a thin, gold liquid who seduces the hero to give her a son. In Get Smart, sex doesn’t seem to be a plot hinge, but Anne Hathaway’s character has the obligatory “oops, you just walked into the room and I’m in my panties” shot. Angelina Jolie, who has unfortunately retained the status of “Sex Symbol,” keeps up the image with her role in Wanted.
Watching these, I realize that sex does sell. Honestly. Everyone wants to be sexy, to have lots of sexy friends, to live a sexy life.
Or do we?
When I caught myself feeling these ways as I watched the fore-mentioned items, I stopped myself and thought–is that really what I want? No, not at all. I may want to be sexy, but I don’t want another man every night. I want one. I may want to be wanted, but not just for my body. I pray to be cherished for everything I am. I may want to be sexy, but not lusted after. I want to be wanted, but not possessed and thrown away. No, I want to be sexy in its fullest sense–
living out my sexuality in every way.
Sure, that means being attractive and having sex. But not in a lusty way. I want it in a fulfilling way, a loving way. One of the greatest lessons that I’ve learned recently is that a wife’s love for her husband is, in a way, her love for God. She is living out the sacrament of the greatest union–God and creation. That’s the kind of sexy I want to be. The kind that loves. Lust, as Christopher West often says, is like eating out of the garbage. Love is eating at the banquet.
Humanity wants the latter.
But of course, the one who believes he is above God, Satan, doesn’t want us to love. God is love. Thus, he twists our sexual desires to something sinister and selfish: Lust. The act of sex becomes a taking…an act of self-satisfaction…seeking the sexual pleasure God intended us to have, but inverting it. We want to possess, to take, to use. That’s what Hollywood sells as sex. That’s what sells to a fallen world.
We, an Easter people, cannot allow ourselves to consume this lust.
We must call on the Holy Spirit, the Advocate sent us by the Lord, to open our eyes to the work of the Father of Lies. To see what he has lied to us about since the dawn of the ages! No, sex is not lust. Sex is love.
When we seek real sex, we seek the original gift that our Father intended for us. A gift for which He instilled a desire in us. He made us out of love, for that is all He is. He gave us everything He has, and continues to offer us this gift.
Love.
We long for it. That’s why “sex sells.”