It’s possible that this is an awesome book. But unlikely.
It’s supposed to be a book about God’s grace, I think, but the subtitle and art say it’s about lip gloss—as if the lip gloss will sell it. Not the grace.
A college-aged guy asked me recently, “Wouldn’t you say that guys, on average, know more about the Bible than girls?” I was offended by the blatant misogyny in the question, but also worried that he might be right.
Take this book title, for example. Why do book publishers think this is what women want? Is it because this is what we want? Publishers make these decisions based on data. They know that a tube of lipstick will make a woman look at a book.
And that makes me sad. I don’t want to be drawn to make-up. I want to be drawn to truth and peace and love and joy and hope and eternal life and God.
At first I was going to rail against this book and say that books like this are the reason I have college guys asking me if women are inferior Bible students—because guys see the books marketed toward us and think they’re silly, so we must be silly, too. But the books aren’t the problem.
I think maybe we’re sometimes the problem. Maybe sometimes we’d rather talk about (or read about) happy, light, superficial things than things that matter. Sometimes we’d rather spend 25 minutes of Bible class talking and laughing about our day than actually studying the book we all brought for that purpose—our candy-colored, leather-bound copies never straining from the wear and tear of heavy use.
I don’t think this is a man/woman thing. But I know it is a woman thing, because I’m a woman and I live it. I talk to my friends about diapers and vacations and Christmas presents but almost never about God’s power or the sacrifice I feel called to make or the dilemma of accepting grace.
I do, however, talk about lip gloss.