"You must have the gift of singleness," he said to me. I made the same face that I would have made if he had told me that I have the gift of chicken pox. You may have made the same face if you thought, like I did, that the gift of singleness is some sort of supernatural ability reserved for those who will never marry, enabling them to be content with the otherwise lonely and miserable existence of singleness. I was fairly certain that I did not want this gift. Out of all the gifts, you just had to get singleness. Prophesying? No. Serving? No. Teaching? No. Encouraging? No. Giving? Oh no. Leading? No. Showing mercy? No. Being single? Yup. Congratulations. I am not sure what this particular person meant by suggesting that I have the gift of singleness, but having a super spiritual ability to be single forever did not sound appealing to me. I felt a mixture of anger and fear. Tired of married people consistently inviting themselves to make unsolicited comments about my re...