I'm reposting The Last Frontier of Christian Fiction . . . just because.
How did you get here? No, really. How did you get into this life on planet earth? Yes, God breathed your creation. But after that? Those two people who are your parents—remember them? I know. Some of you don’t have the knowledge of who those two individuals are or were. I’m sorry for that. And some of you only know one or the other. But that’s not what I’m asking here. How did Mom and Dad come up with you? Yes. Okay, you don’t have to picture it. You don’t have to describe the mechanics of it. But this is what I’m talkin’ about!
Most of us want to know how our parents met. We desire to know their “love story”. Girls want to know about their first kiss, the romance, the places they met, how Dad proposed. What did it feel like? Boys want to know if Dad knew he loved Mom and how did he know it? And when? And was it difficult asking her out or what about kissing her? All of these questions depend on the ages of sons and daughters. And, of course, if they feel like they have the freedom to discuss such things.
The Last Frontier in Christian Fiction is the real love story with the real romance. The reason for this is because sexual concepts, actions, feelings, and reactions—all without graphics and explicitness—remain a tad taboo. Not to say we don’t get the heart-thumping, “deep” kisses, and the heat-producing stares or dialogue in Christian romance stories, but most of the sexual content of meeting, liking, loving, or simply being attracted to someone is imagined, handled with clichés, or . . . left out. And this is fine for some. However, for those who’ve been down some roads without a moral compass, who’ve tasted of desire only to have it get the best of them without experiencing the fulfillment it promised, the chaste stories of super control while with someone who wakes up every membrane and hormone within you don’t work. Don’t seem real. Don’t seem possible. Don’t also quench the nagging place that wonders if no one gets how it feels to be them.
In the general market there are virtually no boundaries. There is “gay” literature for the homosexual market. There is “erotica” for those who indulge the rush of sexual activity in print form. There is enough crude language in some novels to fill a septic tank. These kinds of novels aren’t necessarily the norm or the bestselling, but they occupy their space in the market- and some would say they're on the uptick.

Some Christian readers prefer to ignore the subject of sex. They don’t want to read about its powerful position in relationship. I’m not talking graphic depictions here. To think that contrasting the world’s views and reactions to God’s could be “edgy” baffles me.
Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers, written years ago and still on many bestselling lists, tells the story of a raped child forced into prostitution, who is eventually given a primitive abortion, who is rescued by a man of devout faith who marries her and fights every carnal desire he has to avoid a sexual encounter with her because he wants her to want him and to know that she’s not just a whore to him. It’s stunning Christian literature.

In The Passion of Mary-Margaret by Lisa Samson the heroine of the story is directed by Jesus to love and embrace the man she’s known since he was a rebellious youngster. Within this powerful story written as a memoir, the subjects of incest and homosexual encounters provide a backdrop for an amazing love story. One of the best in today’s Christian literature.

Obviously there is an audience for the underbelly of love stories. What about stories featuring ordinary people who must face up to their sexual attractions, behaviors, mistakes, or indulgences? I can accept there are those who prefer “bonnet books” to a more contemporary story of real-life dramas without hiding behind a structured religion, but it’s difficult for me to believe there isn’t a market for those books which capture the essence of love depicted in the world’s empty promises and the conflicts presented while trying to live the life God’s designed.
Those readers are the audience I seek: those who’ve learned the hard way what the world has to offer leaves them lacking, disappointed, embarrassed, and often humiliated. Those people who long for a godly relationship within and without the bedroom. Those people who long to feel that somehow God, through the love and forgiveness Jesus offers, can restore some form of worth to their battered souls. Those who want to share the sensual pleasures with someone who wants to honor them before God regardless of the past. Those who’ve been broken and need repair. Or those who seek someone who respects what they’ve fought to keep. Those who desire passion in every area of their lives.
I write stories traversing the last frontier of Christian fiction. They’re not all about sex. But the relationships are real, not only down-to-earth but here on earth. Real life.
Father, we’re all desperate for you. Heal us. Make us whole in your ways, Jesus. Holy Spirit, lead us into all truth. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.