Saturday, October 25, 2008

The Shack and Sacred Rhythms

William P. Young is a vivid, captivating storyteller. And this story tells of God's love and sovereignty. But I couldn't take another chapter of God speaking chapters and chapters... that doesn't even happen very often in the Bible. And I think Young could get his point across better with a STORY.


Ruth Haley Barton has experienced the stuff she's talked about; she's a reliable source. And I learned these concepts well when we discussed them during the Prayer Track at Chapter Camp last summer. Maybe that's why I'm ready to practice and quit reading about it...

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Whispers by Robin Jones Gunn

Sometimes I just like to read something predictable, that lets me feel like a fast reader, and does something to restore a small sense of hope that men like Gordon do exist.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Where Angels Fear to Tread by EM Forster


This book made more sense when I found out that Alexander Pope, British poet from the 18th century, wrote a line in Essay on Criticism that says "For fools rush in where angels fear to tread."

Thursday, July 31, 2008

When Rain Clouds Gather by Bessie Head

This is my favorite book because it is romantic. I don't mean it is a cheap fairy tale, I mean it is full of idealism and heroics. And has a happy ending.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold, by C.S. Lewis


"Lightly men talk of saying what they mean. Often when he was teaching me to write in Greek the Fox would say, "Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that's the whole art and joy of words." A glib saying. When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?" (294)