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According to the article, Harris has been recently “re-evaluating the book’s impact,” and soliciting stories from readers – both the good and the heartbreakingly bad – on his website.
I go to a big church in Hollywood, whose members are creative types in their late-20s to mid-30s who wear “distressed” skinny jeans and highlights in their tousled hair.I refused to read that book: I was a self-proclaimed feminist who had no time for boys pretending to be men (or so I harrumphed then), though if you had asked me what a real man is I wouldn’t have been able to tell you.Everyone who knew me knew that Sophia Lee doesn’t want to get married—nope, nuh-uh, never ever.I had never cried so much in my life as I did for this relationship.Yet why, oh why, do I want this still, want this so badly that I’m willing to cry a thousand tears more?Joshua Harris was only 21 when he wrote which released in 1997.
The oldest of seven children, he’d been homeschooled his entire life.
Even Evangelical powerhouse Josh Mc Dowell, got in on the conversation, releasing a popular book called , which was meant to alert parents to the dangers of teen sex. After all, the 90s weren’t all that far removed from the terrifying outbreak of AIDS in the early 80s. In short, the evangelical culture was a powder keg of fear about sex and enthusiasm for sexual purity. He loved He used it, more than once, to break up with me, and so in that way, it left deep, red mark on my soul that has never entirely gone away. “I just wish I’d read another one.” This comment struck me, because I felt the same way. Everything in the store seemed to be a pulsing arrow toward this point, even the wedding magazines and music. Robin Jones Gunn’s books were just one pastel-colored version of faith, but there was nothing else, so it became the faith story I believed.
And then some handsome 20-something came up with a way to rebrand dating to better aid in the pursuit of abstinence and wrote a book. But while I was completely devoted to abstinence itself, Harris’ whole “courtship” thing always rang a little off-key to me. * I spent most of my morning reading the stories that people posted on Joshua Harris’ blog. In the Christian bookstore, when I was 14, every bit of fiction for teens was aimed toward this one version of the story. But of course, neither of these is the only version, the only method, the only Some wise and lovely people have suggested that pulling Harris’ books from the shelves is the best course of action, and perhaps they’re right.
Before I started dating, I used to roll my eyes and wonder what’s wrong with people, why we over-dramatize and over-complicate everything. And then I cried when I read that last chapter in , in which the author writes with such gushing sincerity about his wedding day—his face is sore from smiling, his heart is racing, his body is quivering ...
and there stands his bride, and he writes, “Oh, Lord, she’s beautiful.” And I recognized that desire—to be the object of another’s gaze and gasp, to love and be loved—a desire that I, this proud, stubborn, insecure woman, share with so many others because we were made for intimacy, for love.
I used to feel shame for that desire, so I stuffed it away.