"You would think, wouldn't you, that a faith founded on the premise of incarnation — of the Word-that-speaks-all-into-being made flesh to dwell among us — would hold in certain respect, perhaps in outright reverence, the body, the very form in which the divine had elected to be housed. . . .
"The world may well end if you cut down its trees and pave it over, it may well end if you permit its people to go unfed and unclothed and uneducated while you prosper. But the world will not end if you touch your genitals. The world will not end even if you touch someone else's genitals. I can think of sound reasons for choosing not to do so, but fear and disgust should not be among them. Your body is not a pesthouse, it is simply a body: who you are: part of God's creation, a small part, true, but as real and lovely as the rest. If you love every part, evil will not enter the world through you."