This last weekend my fiancee and I were discussing our attempts to read Christian Fiction. First, what does that even mean exactly? Fiction written by Christians? Fiction about Christians? Is it always about white people living in the old west?
At any rate, one of the biggest genre is the Christian Romance Novel. So I decided to go to my favorite resource for books, Amazon. Wow! Ok, here we go. For starters apparently only Christians can write “religious fiction”. Anyone else I guess either never writes fiction or they just don’t get a section. Then we get to the breakdown of different types of “Christian Fiction”. There are 183 books under Biblical fiction 3700 books under historical fiction and . . . wait for it. . . almost 8000 books under Christian Romance.
Moving past the fact that most of these appear to be about Amish people let’s get to why I’m bringing this up. The Christian culture has been inundated with a false sense of romantic love.
It’s not really about the books which even most Christians don’t read. It’s about the fact that we play along with what the world says and just Christianize it. The world says that I have to have another person to be complete, that there is someone out there for you who is exactly right for you. We say, God has someone for you.
This reminds me of back when Christian rock was getting started. Here was the sell. “Hey man did you hear these guys? They are just like Metallica man – except Christian.” Really!?
One of the things that drives me the most crazy about all of this is we are never first. Never. Everything we do is a freaking reaction to what we see as “wrong” with culture. There’s hard rock music, let’s make a Christian version. There’s romance novels, let’s make a Christian version. Ahhhhh. The latest is of course, there’s online dating so let’s make a Christian version.
The truth is we should have thought of most of these first. But we didn’t. Worse though, most of the time “our” version isn’t as good, and we end up preaching mostly to the choir. The most effective way to make a difference as a Christian artist – don’t get labeled as one.
But here is my point today. We have invented what I call the “Myth Of The Christian Soulmate.”
It’s everywhere. Christian Mingle’s about section reads, “The ideal place for Christian men and women to find friends, dates, and even soulmates.” I can’t count the times in my 20 years of singleness that someone has said something to the effect of “God has someone for you” or “God just hasn’t brought you the one yet” or “Make sure you wait for “the one” God has – don’t settle”. What could be more paralyzing than that last one?
All of this is some sort of weird cross between romance novel, misplaced Calvinism, and what I call Help You Sleep At Night Theology. And it is no where in the Bible.
In an attempt to encourage the hurting and lonely, as well as be protective (and often controlling) of the flock, we end up giving platitudes that aren’t really helpful in the long run and just aren’t true.
There is nothing in the Bible about soulmates. Nothing. It is not there. There is nothing about how to find someone to marry. There are some, and I mean only some, principles for marriage and getting married. But there are no promises about God bringing you a spouse, let alone a perfect one.
The soulmate idea is bad for a lot of reasons. The idea that I’m incomplete without someone and if I just find this other person I will be whole. No person can fill that role. We need to be complete in Jesus. That doesn’t mean that because we have Jesus that we shouldn’t want a spouse. But a spouse (real or wanted) should not be put in the savior role.
It can make us mad at God. If He has my soulmate and hasn’t brought them to me, then it’s His fault. This is also a convenient way to avoid any responsibility what so ever. Perfect.
Finally, judging every encounter through the soulmate lens pressurizes the whole process. Some of us can never even get into a relationship at all because no one “meets” the soulmate criteria. Others think everyone they fall for is their soulmate and then when it doesn’t turn out they have to either try desperately to hang on or beat themselves up for “missing it.”
As I’ve said before, I believe that God can and does send people into our lives. But guess what, we get to choose what to do with that. And isn’t that what we want anyway? Isn’t it more romantic to be chosen than to be destined?