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Dad (as you may or may not know) wrote which is a biblical defense for the courtship model, and that book is one of the things which put courtship on the map in the first place.He had been teaching on the subject for several years, and then he put everything all in one place in that book.I was the oldest in my family, and I had gone all the way through a classical school from kindergarten onwards, and of course the Harrises were right at the beginning of the wave of homeschooling.I’m only speaking for myself here because I’ve never even met Josh Harris, but I would assume that something similar was going on with them in the homeschooling camp.We're one of the oldest and best known dating communities on the web, and we have a unique, and very popular, secret weapon - our intelligent two-way matching feature.It's successfully launched thousands of happy and lasting relationships. We believe God is the creator and ruler of the universe. He will either exist eternally separated from God by sin or in union with God through forgiveness and salvation.Josh Harris’s first came out right around the same time as my dad’s book – I don’t know which one came first.
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