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220 pages, Paperback
First published February 1, 2019
"[Jesus] is the most complete and fully human person who ever lived. So his not being married is not incidental. It shows us that none of these things-marriage, romantic fulfillment, sexual experience-is intrinsic to being a full human being. The moment we say otherwise, the moment we claim a life of celibacy to be dehumanizing, we are implying that Jesus himself is only subhuman."
"If marriage shows us the shape of the gospel, singleness shows us its sufficiency."
First, it tends to be me, as the single person, who takes most of the initiative in the friendship. This is not always the case; I can think of a couple of married friends who will want to poke me in the ribs the moment they read this. But with many of my friendships, I tend to make the first move. This is understandable, as I am the one looking for some company when I have a free evening or weekend. My married friends don’t have the same need for immediate company. I get that. But over time it can start to hurt, and it can make you wonder how long you might have to wait for them to initiate contact. Some of my friends have said something along the lines of, “You know where we are, and you’re always welcome. Don’t wait for us to invite you.” On one level, this is very touching. But when several say it, the cumulative effect, on darker days, is to make me hear it as, “We’re not going to be thinking of you or pursuing you. We don’t necessarily need you. And so you’re going to have to reach out to us if you want to come over. And it will always need to be you coming to us rather than the other way around” (p. 129)
Both these points—the fact that singles most often initiate get-togethers and experience them in the world of their married friends—are often expressions of the third asymmetry, and also a deeper and often more painful one. The fact is, in all likelihood, singles need their married friends more than their married friends need them. That’s not to say that married friends don’t need their single friends at all; it’s just a different kind—or a different level—of need. As a single person, my friends are a lifeline. They’re like family. They are the ones with whom I feel most known and loved. Some are members of my church; others are long-term friends who live elsewhere and I know from different contexts. I need them. Hugely. But the fact is, they don’t need me in the same way. Many of them are the equivalent of family, but since they have families of their own, the familial sense I have toward them is not necessarily reciprocated. That might be good and right, as far as it goes, but it can also be painful at times (p. 130-31).
God knows me more than I know myself (Ps 139).
God loves me more than I love myself.
God is more committed to my ultimate joy than I am.
So I can trust Him.