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How Pride Keeps Some Men Single
by Greg Morse
I once overheard a Christian ask the man responsible for setting him up on a blind date, “So, this is what you think of me?”
The girl — “although really nice” — was not his type (his emphasis making the euphemism clear). They were incompatible — but not because of him. The matchmaker, not foreseeing what was so apparent to the single man, inadvertently slighted his friend with the match. The pick, as he understood it, was a reflection of his potential and worth, of his manhood. He deserved a more suitable partner.
Another Christian man I knew acted similarly. He stood so inflexible upon his preferences that onlookers wondered if God had yet created a woman who could meet them. He, as if for sport, ignored every sweet Christian girl who would show interest because of feverish expectations of whom he ought to be with. He resisted any rumors of interest, because he believed himself destined for what amounted to a Christian supermodel.
Some in the church — not all, or even most — remain single because they cannot find their “type.” By type, they mean more than just (1) the opposite sex, (2) single, and (3) a follower of Christ. They dismiss girl after girl (or guy after guy), looking sideways at future queens of heaven as if squirrels, geese, and alligators were set before them as a helpmate.
Imagine the poem of Genesis if these characters were inserted for Adam. Instead of beholding the first woman and singing “bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh” (Genesis 2:23), he would have said, “Yes, she is much closer — same bones and same flesh — and I have no doubt she is a really nice girl and all, and while I’m sure we’ll make great friends, I have to say, I’m just not sure she is quite my type.” Imagine if Adam had said to God, “So, this is what you think of me?”
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