I simply have to announce, proclaim and blow the Shofar to share the good news that Dawn Eden’s new book on sex, healing and the communion of saints is ready for pre-ordering.
Dawn is, in my estimation, exceptionally adept at bringing deeply personal experience and real-time culture into an electric dialogue with the best of Catholic Tradition. And she manages to do it in a way that doesn’t compromise the integrity of any of these three elements of her analysis.
She ably demonstrates that Catholic sexual ethics offers both an incisive critique of our culture’s moral malaise and a life-giving alternative that is both eminently do-able and exceedingly joyful.
Her manner of treating Catholic sexual anthropology avoids the *hyper* traps of hyper-sensationalizing, hyper-idealizing, or hyper-vulgarizing Catholic moral discourse with shock-jock language. And being myself one prone to both exceeding hyperbole and exquisite exaggeration, I can learn much from Dawn’s sober reserve.
{side note: I do commend hyperbole and hyperdulia, though, when it comes to the All-Pure Lady}
Her treatment of healing in this book also nicely balances the goals of a uniquely Christian vision of healing — not divine anesthesia, but rather the progressive liberation from interior chains that shackle our freedom to love authentically so that we might be more free to engage in love’s lifelong, virtue-forging struggle. She powerfully demonstrates the feeling, texture, color, smell, taste, look and contours of that struggle by introducing us to sprightly portraits of very human saints whose sexual wounds were relentlessly invaded by mercy’s Balm.
Must I say that in our sex-saturated culture, sickly Eros needs to be rushed into a trauma center staffed by Doctors and Virgins, Martyrs and Confessors, holy men and women of every age who were apprentices of the divine Physician.
Kudos to Dawn. Keep following her work, I adjure.