“You should come back to my
place,” he whispered in my ear while we were on the dance floor. “I’m good
where I’m at,” I responded. I was 24. I was drinking but sober enough to know that
going home with a stranger would be an ill-advised decision. Also, I learned my
dance partner that night was already spoken for. One of his friends told me,
“He’s funny and he has a girlfriend.” I wondered… if he has a girlfriend what’s he doing here... and why would he invite me
back to his place? He was obviously interested in a hookup, and since I’ve
never been that kind of girl, I gladly declined. During what was a very brief
season of bar hopping to experience what I thought
I was missing out on so badly, I was introduced to the world of partying, hooking
up, and what has now been described as hook
up culture. Hookup culture is a culture that encourages random
sexual encounters and interactions, with no strings attached, and little to no
emotional or long-term commitments. I find this culture scary, devastating, and
absolutely heartbreaking. One evening I watched a documentary on Netflix titled Liberated: The New Sexual
Revolution that examined this kind of culture by documenting today’s college students' on spring
break. About thirty minutes into the documentary I was alarmed at the things I saw and
heard. There were young college students hanging out on the beach getting
drunk, sexual assaults, a ton of guys groping girls who repeatedly told the
guys grabbing them to stop, guys bragging and laughing about hooking up with
random girls, and even going as far as sharing their strategies of how they
approach girls to get them in bed with no intent of seeing them again. There were also three memorable things I found frightening as the documentary progressed. One guy stated how
he uses porn as a measure to find what he’s looking for in a woman and how
there’s always someone “better looking” to aspire to, another guy actually
pulled back his bed sheets to show where a girl who was allegedly a virgin, bled
on his sheets after he hooked up with her, while his friends were laughing in
the background. And the worst was a report about how a young woman who was
passed out on the beach from drinking, was raped by multiple guys, while she was passed out. The entire assault was caught on a smart phone and no one did anything
to stop what was happening. A ton of people just continued to party as the
assault happened. Hookup culture has grown to become normal and acceptable, when in reality, it's dangerous. And the fact that many young people share similar sentiments that “hooking up is easier than falling in love” or that
“real love is non-existent” is equally upsetting. As a Christian,
I’m also aware that some Christians have been or are active participants in
this culture as well, and from my short-lived experience with putting myself in
that kind of world, I don’t believe it’s worth experimenting with. Turns out, I
wasn’t missing a thing. I believe in abstinence, celibacy, and traditional
dating. However, if someone chooses to be sexually active whether a Christian or not, being
sexually smart by using proper protection and contraceptives is critical, although abstinence, celibacy, and self-control could eliminate those things
– but, I say that because as someone who’s been raised Christian since age seven
and never got sat down to have the sex
talk, I know many believers and churches promote purity, teach teens and young adults that
sex is bad, and don’t do it! All while
failing to teach basic knowledge of the birds and bees, safe sex, and that sex
isn’t bad, but, is part of God’s design intended to be enjoyed in marriage. I should also note, Christians shouldn't get married just to have sex, but many do... that's another story for another time, though. I
also know a lot of Christians in relationships using the excuse that they’re going
to marry the person they’re dating anyway, so hooking up before marrying is
fine, but I think that’s a foolish risk. Because while the possibility of
marrying that same person can happen, it also couldn’t. People change their
minds. And from what I’ve seen, that choice usually brings heartbreak, drama,
and plenty of regret. In The Mingling of
Souls Matt Chandler writes, “Sex outside of marriage is deliberate
disobedience of God’s commands, which are for your own good, and therefore it
is a deliberate forfeiture of your own spiritual well-being, as well as your
own sexual well-being. He makes a great point. I know dating
has been reduced to hookups, searching for love, or perceived love, through smart phone apps and swiping for an ideal
match, which has made many millennial men and women dense, lazy, and impatient
in a lot of ways when it comes to dating, but I still have faith that there are
good men and women out there who pursue and respect one another modestly, and
wouldn’t dare put each other in compromising or dangerous positions, or expect to
hook up, because they like what they
see. I’ve been ridiculed by men and women with my stance on this and have been
warned that I won’t meet anyone special if I’m not hooking up or looking for
love online, but I disagree. Lately, I’ve been meeting some really nice and
interesting guys and I didn’t have to go to a bar or use a smart phone app to do
so. And I won’t be pressured by hookup culture or anyone else, to approach
finding love by manipulative and worldly means. That documentary was a major wake
up call and highlighted the troubling state of this culture. Now I find myself wondering,
what can be done to change things?
About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...