{Editor’s Note: Single guys are in the minority in many of our churches today, and it doesn’t seem to matter how big the church is or if it has a singles ministry or not. This is the first in a series of occasional posts created to dialogue about what single men in church have been experiencing in a variety of congregations.}

I've got the lady friends on lock down, but the guys...notsomuch.
Despite the fact that “Thank U” by Alanis Morissette makes a strong bid for my top ten favorite songs ever, anything from Metallica’s The Black Album could also easily be in the conversation. I often feel like I’m a walking contradiction.
My eclectic tastes in music carry over into my friendships. The sports jerseys in my closet and naked walls in my bachelor pad reek of the quintessential man yet I’ve always possessed a natural ease at cultivating platonic relationships with girls.
A sample of what I encounter after church on Sundays:
“Hi, Brandon!” [Side hug]
“WBH!” [Side hug]
“Hey! Brando!” [Side hug]
Between double dipping in separate co-ed life groups during the week and attending at least one service every weekend, my (church-appropriate) love bucket is never empty. I’ve got the Friend Zone on lock down with a large contingent of eligible, single ladies. I’m okay with that.
Mentions of Ryan Reynolds’s physique and Aunt Flo notwithstanding, I’ve always enjoyed spending platonic time with females as an escape from some of my gender’s need to turn “Guy Nights” into a hot-blooded woman hunt or masculinity test. My machismo is secure and I feel no desire to turn dinner into an arm wrestling contest.
Despite all of the wonderful things they add to my life, the truth is: Until the day I find myself staring into a pair of eyes behind a veil, every female friendship I make is for but a season of life. What I truly desire is brotherhood. Yet, despite this fact, chances are you’ll find me surrounded by women on weekends. I’d like to attribute this to my irresistible charm and dashing good looks…
Like any good mother, Mom called me a few weeks ago and voiced her concern about my lack of man time lately, and I simply replied,
“I can hang out with girls at church, or I can hang out with men in bars. You decide.”
She didn’t have to think long.
I’ve begun to approach my life with the attitude that I am the King’s man. I’m about His business. I fall short daily, but there is nothing apart from Him that can quench my thirst for meaning and fulfillment. Why wouldn’t I want to spend the majority of my time with men of the same conviction?
I know guys who are close friends who profess to be Christians; I have others I love and I would give my life for if only because I honestly don’t know if the rest of their eternity would be spent in Heaven. But, as a single man professing that I want to learn how to love Jesus more than I love myself and truly mean it, it’s become increasingly difficult to find many similar single guys in the church.
Yes, it’s a broad brush to paint the social landscape of the entire church but it’s rooted in my own reality in a megachurch. The King’s men who are not only single and childless but also proficient in social situations and can sit down and thoroughly enjoy a burger, a beer, and a football game…where are they? It’s constantly a game of extremes. Guys tend to be either so spiritually minded that they’re no earthly good, or their love for Jesus only exists long enough to find a cute girl at church to prey on.
However, if a man whose station in life mirrors mine (30, never been married, no kids, employed, enjoys sports/man stuff, chooses to go to bed early Saturday to get up early Sunday, and loves Jesus) shows up to our singles group, he is probably a week away from having a girlfriend, six months away from engagement and has very little time for me. They’re rare and rarely stick around, bound for domestic bliss and couples dates. Who can blame them?
There aren’t words to describe how thankful I am for the friendships that I’ve been afforded with people in all stages of their walks with the Lord. I am richly blessed with amazing friends. However, those occasional weekend nights when the church girls are out doing whatever they do and my other friends are out doing what I used to do, those naked bachelor pad walls get lonely.
For years my family, my church and my inability to find someone worth pursuing were the loudest reminders of just how single I am. Today, my singleness seems all the more challenging because it feels like until I am one half of a couple I am less likely to find men in church with convictions of my own.
*Photo credit: Tony Crescibene


