Today we answer another Tumblr question on the types of questions to ask during Bible or Christian studies that will stump teachers and other students at their unaffirming Christian school.
We queer this week’s sensual text from Song of Solomon which we’ve never really done in the years that we’ve been queering the lectionary text. We talked about the importance of understanding and accepting that sex, sensuality, and pleasure are integral parts of being humans.
Things we talked about:
- Shay’s update: Disclosure documentary on Netflix [0:36]
- Brina’s excitement over Hamilton premiere on Disney Plus [2:48]
- Reader question from Tumblr on questions to asks during classes to get students and teachers thinking about LGBTQ folks [6:15]
- We queer the lectionary texts from Song of Solomon 2:8-13 [15:28]
- What does it mean that this book of the Bible is an epic sex poem [16:49]
- Does this text speak only about married couples? [17:37]
- Sex is a big part of being human for many people [22:53]
- Joy and pleasure are part of life [23:50]
- Is it OK? A 7-day series
- Self-Care for LGBTQ Christians
- Jesus is Polyamorous
- Waitlist for Queering The Bible
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Song of Solomon 2:8-13
Listen! It’s my lover: here he comes now,
leaping upon the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Here he stands now,
outside our wall,
peering through the windows,
peeking through the lattices.
My lover spoke and said to me,
“Rise up, my dearest,
my fairest, and go.
Here, the winter is past;
the rains have come and gone.
Blossoms have appeared in the land;
the season of singing has arrived,
and the sound of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The green fruit is on the fig tree,
and the grapevines in bloom are fragrant.
Rise up, my dearest,
my fairest, and go.
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon