The last verse of the poem Lonely Queens of the Thearchy reads…
True love cannot be received or shown
Until the self in the I is retrieved and known.
Remember when you took off from work for the flu?
Take off lust t’unearth the queen in you.
We take off from our work when we’re sick. Whatever’s ailing us sits us down for awhile until we regain strength; until we’re past that place of icky contagion and feel well enough to get back in the game. Everyone, at some point or other, has taken off from work for the flu. And because it’s so well understood, some of us have even claimed influenza when we knew in our hearts it was just a bad cold. But the point is, we’re quick to sequester ourselves from general population in order to heal from this and other understood physical sicknesses.
But what about the spiritual sicknesses that spread their germs and poison to the point where they’ve sickened nations and still go undetected. Lust is like that. It’s the spiritual sickness gone viral. Despite the fact that the masses have been desensitized to lust’s effects, it continues to stay faithful to its nature by keeping its beholders weak and miserable. Lust is so well marketed in our society, become so mainstream, that it’s difficult recognize as the reason for much of our individual woes. Our nation, from our children to our convicts, is living some experience of lust’s ugly symptoms.
The spirit of lust has been so stealthily promoted, allowed to run rampant in so many minds, that the ones doing the work of shutting it out are the ones labeled the sickest.
The spirit of lust is quick and voracious. It eats anything in its path that stands as vulnerable food. The spirit of lust is tricky. It wears the disguise of love, intimacy, and interest like a banner of truth. This is why people feel so connected by the act of sex, so duped by its camouflage. Thandie Newton’s character in For Colored Girls thought sex was intimacy. She said she didn’t have anything without it. The truth is, she lacked everything because of it.
Lust is only concerned with its appetite for flesh. Lust eats and eats and when it’s had its fill of all the meals courses, the spirit’s eyes glass over. The sores of the sickness begin to leak the puss of boredom, frustration, and restlessness. All of a sudden, that person once panted after becomes unnecessary. In the worst case, painfully annoying, their voice like nails on a chalkboard. I can almost guarantee the effect I’m describing has happened to you, although I could never say which side of lusts’ coin you were on.
Addiction and sickness are synonyms. Lust is an addiction. A person has to make up their minds to live apart from the drug. That is, once they’ve made up their minds to live free from the drug’s bondage.
True love is the goal we all dream of, but again, a whole self is required for the manifestation of that accomplishment. It will never make sense until the mind purposes to be renewed, but sex outside of marriage (even if it eventually leads to marriage) is not healthy. There is a place of intimate communication that people are notoriously known for using sex as the substitute for. Once that substitution is made, two Holy Spirit mind renewed partners are required to be able to go back and reconstruct.
There is however, a self, an “I”, in each of us that has to be built up and wholly connected to the Father of All. This becomes the foundation that any and every successful relationship we have is built upon. We can’t give ourselves away until we’re whole. If somebody brought you your favorite pie as a gift, no matter how pretty the box & presentation, you’d take offense the second you saw the missing piece. Say their response to your reaction was “You expect too much from me. I can’t be your everything. I’m offering you this. Why is this not enough? You fill in the blank. You add what’s missing.” I believe your offense would multiply. Well we do it everyday, and especially in the relationships we claim are most significant. We have to get ourselves whole. There’s not a person on this earth who can offer you a pie that’ll make your missing pieces whole.
Only God, our Creator, can mend our broken places. Fill in the gaps made and left by those who were gapped and left themselves. We live in a society that has made the coupling of sex the answer for everything. It’s not even about the rebound anymore. It’s just about grabbing some body, any body, to avoid being alone in that frightening quiet space. Remember though, the devil is a liar. That quiet space we fear holds the real answers to our broken heartedness and suffering.
…And after the earthquake, a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire, a still small voice…and WHEN Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle…and went out…and stood. (1 Kings 19:12-13)
What the Spirit emphasizes for me in this Scripture is when we get alone and let all the roaring and ruckus of the world settle, the voice we’ll hear is the Lord’s. And by His voice, and His voice alone, we learn to come out of our caves of confusion and stand.
Blessings & Strength,