scisyhp

From the Gosbal of Marry. The church has decided to ignore her accounts of what Jesus did during his life. Possibly becouse of this sentence within her Gosbal, the last word is damaged within the the text, but the word lips would work perfectally. What are your thoughts on this?

Toto

No, Jesus used to kiss her on the [blank] to the consternation of the male disciples.

What difference would it make if Jesus liked to kiss her on the top of her head?

And you know this is all mythology anyway?

scisyhp

Back then, it was considered very taboo for a woman and a man to ever be alone together if they aren't married, and under literal biblical interperatation, it still is.

Dean Anderson

Hence the rumours that Jesus was married to Mary, and maybe they even had kids.

Hey - you could write a book based on that...

Hallandale

Genesis 39:11
11Now it happened one day that he went into the house to do his work, and none of the men of the household was there inside.

Joseph was alone with Potiphar's wife. We all know what happened.

Religious Jews will never be alone with a woman who is not a wife or close relative. They don't want what happened to Joseph to happen to them.
Good advice for Christians and Atheists also.

Nick Hallandale
enterprisestrategy@earthlink.net

FatherMithras

It's not good advice at all. It's saying "Don't be friends with women like you are with men because people could talk"

Toto

To keep this on a higher level, the Gospel of Mary
is not the gospel that has Jesus kissing Mary, it is the Gospel of Philip: Jesus, Mary Magdalene, and the Gnosis of Sacred Union (or via: amazon.co.uk), or here on earlychristianwritings.

The Wesely Isenberg translation says

another translation:

Joan of Bark

I'm doing just that. It's called the Michaelangelo Code.

PhilosopherJay

Hi Joan of Bark,

Good luck with your book.

Kissing on the lips might have had a more clearly sexual connotation back then, then it does now. I base this on Ovid's Amores (II.V)

Poor me! I was watching you, sober and alert, while you thought I was sleeping when the party starting drinking unmixed wine after dinner. I saw you saying many things with twitches of your eyebrows, and your nods were as good as words. Your eyes weren't silent either, and the table became a document on which your fingers wrote notes in spilled wine. I recognized the parts of the conversation that were going on under the surface and the words that were given double meanings.

And then the many guests got up from the table; this and that young man went out together. I saw--and the sight loosed the tongue I'd been keeping silent--you bestowing improper kisses, not the sort a sister gives to her strait-laced brother but rather what an immoral girlfriend gives to the man she desires. It isn't possible that Diana would give such a kisses to Phoebus, but Venus often gave them to Mars.

"What are you doing?" I shout. "Why have you destroyed my happiness? I will defend my rights with my fists! Why is a third party making free of the property which was yours and mine alone?"

I cried these things which grief dictated to my tongue, and a blush of shame touched her guilty cheek. This is the faint glow with which Dawn, the wife of Tithonus, colors the sky, or which a young bride turns when seen by her new husband. Thus roses flame when planted among lilies, or the Moon turns when witchcraft delays the flight of her horses across the sky; or the color which a Lydian woman painted Assyrian ivory so that it wouldn't turn yellow with age.

One of these was the color she blushed, or some color very like to them--and never was she more beautiful than now.

She looked at the ground; she was fetching when she looked at the ground. She wore a sad expression; sadness became her.

I was going to pull her lovely hair and slap her tender cheeks, but I saw her face and my angry arms fell to my sides. My girl was defended by her own weapons. I who had so recently been furious now begged that she not kiss me less warmly. She laughed and willingly gave me wonderful kisses, the sort that shook me like the forked lightning of angry Jove.

I am tortured with the wish that no other man had felt such kisses, and I wish I didn't know that the kisses I had taught her were far less sweet so that she must've been taking lessons elsewhere. It's terrible that your kisses were so delightful, that you put your whole tongue into my mouth and received all mine in yours.

But this one thing grieves me, not that you have exchanged kisses with others (though I do grieve because of that) but because you could have learned them only in bed. I do not doubt the heavy price your teacher charged.

The implication of the last line (you could have learned them only in bed) suggests that kissing on the lips was something that women learned only after having sexual relations with a man. This would be the opposite of most modern societies where girls practice kissing before sexual relationships.

In Petronius' Satyricon (chapter 4) lip kissing is associated with the wanton Quartilla, the Priestess of Priapus, a mystery cult:

She drew me gently to her side to enjoy the same spectacle, and our faces being close together as we looked, she would, at every interval in the performance, twist her lips sideways to meet mine, and kept continually pecking at me with a sort of furtive kisses.

Based on this, it seems a sexual relationship is strongly implied in the idea of Jesus and Mary kissing on the lips or mouth.

Warmly,

Philosopher Jay

jim_w

But it's not just kissing on the lips, is it? It seems rather kinkier than that...