Four weeks ago, I wrote the first draft of a review for the next entry in this 'your next book' series. Even compared to the usual mediocrity, it was terrible. Last week, I tried again, and failed again. So now, I'll must admit defeat.
The book in question is Speaking of Jesus: The Art of Not-Evangelism by Carl Medearis. It is simply one of the best texts on faith I have ever read, and you must buy it, borrow it, whatever. Unfortunately, I struggle to explain why in less than several thousand words, and so will not be reviewing it.
Here's the blurb.
"AUTHOR CARL MEDEARIS is not interested in keeping Christianity alive. Not one bit. Carl believes it has grown into something that is rarely attractive, frequently divisive, and all too often embarrassing. He believes you may feel this way too."
I found myself reading quotes aloud to Mrs H, whether she was listening or not, and then we would debate and discuss them at length. I caught myself exclaiming my agreement and relief out loud. I broke my own rules and was e-mailing people to encourage them to read it.
On one occasion, I was moved to tears by relief and realisation.
Reading this book was as if Medearis lunged inside my soul and successfully articulated that which I could not explain, but had been struggling with and wondering about for years. Frequent stumblers into this interwebulary parish would be able to figure out why after the first few pages. Of that I'm sure.
I am convinced that I will be recommending this book for years to come.
Just don't ask me to explain why (in less than a couple of hours.)
Just don't ask me to explain why (in less than a couple of hours.)