A couple years ago, I bought a copy of The Courage to Be Chaste. I stopped reading it when I learned in its first pages that Groeschel — a Franciscan friar and a psychologist — wrote it for people who intend to be perpetually celibate. NOPE, I thought. Not me. Not reading it. And I stuck it on a shelf.
I had yet to tell myself what I’ve since started telling myself each time I start an “I’m still single” pity party: SUCK IT UP. I don’t remember when I accepted that I have no idea if I will ever get married. I also don’t remember when I acknowledged that it’s ok if I don’t. But I did, so it was with a mind more open than it used to be that I carried The Courage to Be Chaste onto flights from Tampa to Houston and Houston to San Diego last week.
It is with sincerity that I say this: The Courage to Be Chaste is one of the best books I have ever read. The world needs this book because