SOUL SURVIVOR: How my faith survived the Church (Philip Yancey). This book isn't what I expected. It doesn't really describe the church of the author's upbringing except in the vaguest of terms. I think he must go into more detail about that in some of his other books, which I haven't read. Each chapter of this book is a meditation on how a particular person, whether Yancey met the person for real or through the person's writings, affected his growth as a person of faith. It took me a few weeks to read through this, bit by bit, and it was strange how as I read each section, it shed light on different parts of my life. The morning after I finished the chapter on Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, my dear friend sent me a Dostoevsky quote. I love those bits of life-sparkle. Sometimes I call them God-breezes.
In the last year I have had a lot of God-breezes. Maybe I'll do another post on those sometime.
I hate that this post has so little substance. I will do better with other books I've read.
In the meantime, it has been Luke 15:11-32 which has sustained me this week: the prodigal son.