
I have been reading a great book by Kris Vallotton called Sexual Revolution, now renamed Moral Revolution which is described as “the naked truth about sexual purity”. He’s also set up a website devoted to helping people in their journey of sexual purity. The book has been so clear in drawing the connection between our relationships and our values and the virtues we uphold within those relationships. I highly recommend it. You can read the first chapter for free here.
Relationships are ALL about our identity and HOW WE SEE OURSELVES FIRST. Vallotton so wisely wrote:
‘Once we decide WHO we are, then we will naturally work out our actions, attitudes and behaviours to manifest our person. It is vitally important that we answer the question, “WHO AM I?” BEFORE getting into a romantic relationship with someone.’ (Kris Vallotton)
Upon reading this, I was reminded of a season a few years ago where I was faced with some relational possibilities and I was faced with a challenge to my values. There seemed to be quite the WIDE divide between what I thought I wanted and valued, and the reality of the kind of guy that I seemed to keep getting involved with. This gap between values and reality really concerned me and sent me into a season of soul-searching and much writing. I started to write to get to the root of WHY I kept getting involved with guys who didn’t share my values. I came to discover that at the heart of the matter was shame — I was ashamed to admit to others (even to CHRISTIAN guys) that I was a really wholesome, clean-cut girl and that I liked to keep the rules and not push boundaries. I LIKED being “a good girl”. I just didn’t like being a rebel, or a boundary-pusher, and yet I felt that I had to go along with the flow of what others (and other Christians) seemed to think was cool — it seemed that it was cool to live on the fringe of pushing boundaries within the Christian life. Yup, this was the problem. I was trying to be cool because I didn’t want to be accused of being a “prude” (even though, now, you could call me a prude and I’d be fine with it, ‘cos God will call me pure and undefiled and that’s all that matters) Continue reading


