Because for many of us, in that place where sexual desire and desire for God are messily entangled, a little something tends to be better than nothing. Prayers in the morning, then off to work. Grace at dinner, then Netflix and chill. Chreaster Christians can love God too.37 We can’t all be Beatrice, after all. Most of us are less interested in the ‘explosive value of unreleased desire’, and perfectly happy to enjoy the explosion of desire’s release. At least, that’s transcendent enough for me.
