I remember a time at a friends graduation party where one of my Christian brothers, who played in the worship team, was extremely zealous about how, "Christians just dont read their bibles! Its maddening! You, how much do you read your Bible?"
Caught off guard, I was humble to a fault as I provided the age old line: "Not as much as I'd like to."
If memory serves me right, though it typically doesn't, I had actually been in the midst of a good Bible reading system. Each day I was reading, but I also enjoyed leisure time of video games (probably Gears of War 3 at the time) and other such activities.
He responded, with all the zeal an 18-year-old worship team guitarist can muster, "See! Like, how is that going to help you!! I'm just so sick of this!!"
That excited yet immature aura and attitude is what this read felt like. It, perhaps, comes from a young heart who first felt a newfound taste of joy and freedom in the heart of Christ's love, yet aggressively misunderstands so much more that goes into the complex yet understandable dictations of Scripture regarding sanctification, faith, and hope.
That, of course, is on top of misunderstanding the complex yet understandable dictations of gender experiences, which apart from certain God-ordained specifications and expectations among his creation, are far more similar than this book alludes to. Most aggregiously, during one section, the author implies that women are not nearly as sexually primed, attuned, or tempted as men. Even one entire section devoted to how husbands should initiate and wives should reciprocate, and if a spouse is currently disinterested, it must be due to sin or sinful disconnection.
A momentary tangent demands I share that, despite this book being written in 2010, and therefore having little understanding of the true weight and influence the internet truly has on molding the mind of a new generation (which includes, to this books surprise, both young boys and girls both being exposed to pornography), published literature as opposed to oratory speeches and the like do not have the benefit of cultural niavety. In its forward, recognizably written by other men than the author, it espouses it being for "normal men with normal problems to provide normal solutions"; or something along those lines (I sure wish they would define normal men. Is it truck drivers? Artists? Coal miners? Buff or skinny? Angry or soft? Having been sexually assaulted, or merely happened upon their father's porn stash as a kid? Rampant abuser or closetted sinner? Heterosexual or homosexual? Please, define normal!). It's title alone also demands attention to its demographic, but just as sexual addicts often delude themselves into thinking their sexual sin is their only sin, so too does this book misunderstand its subject matter as borderline exclusive to its demographic, so much so it makes assumptions about women that are both woefully inpept, but laughably dangerous. Although my wife and I had a good chuckle as she repeatedly scoff or sigh at certain phrases, this is a book being recieved by men during a serious low point in their faith, and are therefore grasping at the edges for anything hopeful or beneficial. When this book espouses to assist in helping a struggling man, would we be surprised to see that man also consume even its most confounding and problematic aspects?
And that's ignoring the fact that this book has very little scripture. Talking of grand concepts such as sex (which in one instance decries is merely good because God is good, and therefore does not need to be complicated by theology, while following up that sex is a profound mystery that is akin to Christ and the church... all without scriptural reference to the hurting, ailing, weak, lost-in-sin Christian who is seeking to live by the bread of life: The Word) or even marraige (which during one section the book implies marriage is the culmination of human advancement, i.e. that if a man were to grow, he would inevitably be married, as if it were a natural progression despite Jesus and Paul clearly station the intrinsic finite quality of marriage compared to the joyous capability of singlness without undermining the mystery or glory seen in marraige), a learned individual would see how this book is more influenced by culture than it dare admit.
Repeatedly the book almost grossly exemplifies sex as the greatest thing ever. Such a danger this is, and how twisted the mind of Christians are when merely adopting the world's fascination and worship of sex by simply sliding it under the Lord's umbrella. Might I direct, hilariously enough, to a tweet that I recall saying: "Yeah, sex is cool, but have you ever had mozzerella sticks?". This book has seeds of the sexual revolutions idol worship of sex peppered throughout (a true irony as it ignores the intrinsic sexuality of women, who might I remind the dear reader: women have sex organs too). This is the equivalent of the Christian, often the sex addict, who has spent their whole life fighting their addiction and thinking "If only I can get married, then I can have sex!" (Further irony, as this book has a section about how that's bad because obviously) which again undermines all aspects of sex: the marriage, the spouse, the gift. Sure, the book tries to imply it recognizes this, but as this book merely skims (intentionally, with its page length), it rather skids, leaving a track of its previous faults and evidence of its failures up until its final remarks.
Leaving off with "Read scripture" - albeit great advice - is the equivalent of a young man zealous for God but immature in his worship, companionship, or knowledge of His character (let alone his own). It may be written as a saving grace, but it is more of a damnable inditement.
I finished this book swiftly, as it was too frustrating to read, and life on this side of heaven is too short to be frustrated. While this may admit fault due to its implore toward a slow read and contemplation of its questions, I am guilt free. Its questions are so undeniably "You" focused, one would not more see God in their life than they may see the Eiffel Tower in Pittsburg.
I do not feel worse off for reading it, for I've built of a comfort in the analytical excersize of reading bad literature, but it did lead me to ponder more metatextual ideas regarding publication. When a Christian publishes his work, but that work contains dangerous material, what a frightening reality. I just finished reading John Newton's letters where-in, after what he shares to be his officially recognized conversion, met with an old shipmate of his. Agast, he felt shame and misery that this shipmate, who initially had no interested in philosophy or spirituality, was now enslaved to Newton's own previous enslavement. Newton, stricken with shame, saw how his life of flesh had influenced another, and now after his conversion was convicted to not only adhere to his own faith in Christ, but seek to ammend his past sinful influence upon this old friend. Repeatedly, Newtons friend often rebutted (paraphrase): "John, what you say to me now about God is different than how you spoke to me then. Don't you recall, you were the one who taught me these things! Now you tell me they are wrong?"
As such, even Jesus recognized a prophet is of no consequence in his own home town (even Jesus, who did no wrong to begin with in his own town knew this to be true!), so it isn't unheard of to think how our past might damage or negatively impact our future (a novel concept, I know!). Thus, for all my distaste toward this book, and my clear dislike and admission of fear that this book's 86 pages are dangerous, I approach its author with prayer and intercession. This was 2010, after all. Culturally, Christians are typically 5-10 years behind (a net positive and negative, in my opinion), and thus it suprises me not that this book is laden with a lack of knowledge, and a dangerous application of "wisdom". Simultaneously, Tim Challies may be a very different man than he was 11 years ago, as we all have been. So I hold no contempt for what I, at minimum, percieve to be a brother in Christ. Yet, I still believe this is a dangerous purchase, read, and perhaps of more value as an excersize in right thinking (as in, putting your thinking to the test), than it is an excersize in patient absorbtion.
EDIT:
I recognize people will still seek assistance or help amidst their fight against sexual sin, and my negative review of this book may still send people questioning where to go. With this in mind, I recommend David White's book God, You, and Sex, perhaps the best book I've read on the matter. At length, it spends more time talking about God than much else, which is typically what one would hope when seeking to fight sin: an overwhelming focus on God. Simultaniously, for men specifically, his book Sexual Sanity for Men is an amazing read and a brilliant group book to go through with others. Again, a massive focus on God above all else.