One of our sisters was taking the trash out one day in our convent that used to be in San Francisco.
One of the woman looked at her and said, “How do you live without sex?!”
The surprised sister looked at her frankly and said, “But I am in love.”
My most recent column at Aleteia is about my difficulties with spousal language for God and my journey with this in discernment.
Here’s an excerpt:
When I joined the convent, my feelings on the subject did not change however. Some of the other women who entered with me referred to Jesus as their “boyfriend” and talked about him with such sentimentality that I began to wonder if something was wrong with me.
Don’t get me wrong. I loved Jesus. My love for him was intense. I loved him like I had loved no one else. But to compare him to a boyfriend? That just felt so incomplete, so strange, so … icky.