Wednesday, March 18, 2009

February Short Book Reviews

Devil’s Cub – Georgette Heyer. This did not suffer at all from my not having read its predecessor (These Old Shades) and was improved by the parents of the main characters all having their own extremely lively backstories which, while often only alluded to, made everyone more interesting and twice as large as life. Abductions, compromising situations, concealed identities, everyone defending everyone else’s honour with a different understanding of what that means, character A shooting character B (non-fatal) after B says A won’t (this reminds me of my family – never dare my mother to do something, by the way). Lots of fun.

The Corinthian – Georgette Heyer. Not as outrageous as Devil’s Cub, but with occasionally startling, how-can-this-not-be-intentional subtext (and having now read some of her non-historical fiction I think it was intentional), theft and murder and assumed identities coming back to bite the people who thought they were a good idea to start with.

The Talisman Ring – Georgette Heyer. I didn’t expect to enjoy this little murdery/theft/mystery/romance as much as I did, but then the second-fiddle silly heroine turned out to be deliberately pretending to be silly, which led to some hilarious asides between her and the people who know she hasn’t really fainted, etc. Also, smugglers and secret passages and hidden cellars and daring adventurers.

The Narrow Road to the Interior – Bashō. A quiet little pause of a book, in the midst of all these others – the tranquil, poetic account of the author/poet’s journey through 17th century Japan.

Space Train – Terrence Haile. I posted extracts and initial thoughts here. It was an experience. A consistently horrific experience.

Young Miles – Lois McMaster Bujold. This is an omnibus (‘by, to, from, for or with everybody’) of two novels and a novella: The Warrior’s Apprentice, ‘The Mountains of Mourning’ and The Vor Game, so I’m claiming it as two novels for the purposes of this year’s book count. I had been evading Bujold and regret that now. They were wonderful – adventure/mystery/detective/military-procedural/comedy-of-manners/jurisprudential/concealed-identities/missing-emperor/clash-of-cultures/clash-of-eras/cumulative-disaster stories which move at a flying pace, full of wonderful characters, irresistible forward momentum, hope, disappointments, reverses, surprises – they were like Hornblower and Jack Ryan and Agatha Christie and Georgette Heyer, but with space battles and situations which make the thought of writing an SOS in macramé seem plausible until 3 weeks after finishing the book when you realise it is brilliantly ridiculous.

The Amazing, Remarkable Monsier Leotard – Eddie Campbell and Dan Best (graphic novel). Self-indulgent, but not in a bad way. I felt like I was reading something the author and illustrator had made not with ‘the audience’ in mind, but for their own pleasure. A gentle, episodic, odd, humorous, sad series of vignettes of circus life and adventures and aging and fading, with beautiful soft sketchy images. Also with fortitudinous bowels, unlikely deaths and a cameo by ‘Lord’ George Sanger, whose autobiography I have just started reading.

Penhallow – Georgette Heyer. The only reason I wanted a happy ending for any of these appalling characters was so that I didn’t have to close the book thinking of them living out their horrible lives in self-inflicted misery. The cover billed it as a murder mystery, but it wasn’t a who-done-it at all. It was a why-haven’t-they-done-it-yet. When the victim was murdered, at last, I knew who had done it (you saw it happen, and also the blurb was completely wrong) and didn’t really mind if the murderer was caught. The characterisation was very thorough (I often enjoyed the descriptions) – I just disliked all the characters.

Flowers for Mrs Harris – Paul Gallico. The only Gallico novel I had read was heart-rending, lyrical The Snow Goose: A Story of Dunkirk. I only realised when the last movie version came out that he also wrote The Poseidon Adventure, which was… unexpected. Flowers for Mrs Harris is like neither. It is a short, cheerful, hopeful and unlikely story of Mrs Harris, a cleaning lady, who saves to buy a Dior dress and goes to Paris to buy it. It tips between characterising some things as having particular appeal to the feminine brain (I think that may have been Terrence Haile’s term rather than Gallico’s), and praising an unvarnished, unromantic life of hard work and independence. It is sentimental, comic and lightly tragic but always pragmatically so (it reminded me a little of Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, which I have seen but not read), and is a short, cheerful read.

Also: Genesis, Esther, Mark and Romans.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Oh, this new-fangled technology!

A lot of older persons are accused of avoiding the many varieties of new technologies. I suppose to some extent that’s true. A lot of us, however, are reasonably conversant with all this geek stuff. And then there are those few shining examples who not only speak to it, but rush to greet all the new advances with open arms.

Such a one is Peter E. Abresch, now resident close to the Chesapeake Bay region of the Maryland shore, with his wife of a good many years, Annemarie. After a career with the government during which he learned about computers, Peter turned to writing fiction after his retirement in 1991. Because he and Annemarie liked to attend Elderhostels™, he decided to use that as a setting for what became his Elderhostel Mysteries. If you’ve not yet read any of them, I will highly recommend them. Bloody Bonsai introduces us to Jim Dandy (James P., to be formal) a fairly-recent widower who finds himself at loose ends. His kids talk him into attending an Elderhostel™  Course on Bonsai, little realizing what they’ve started! He finds an attractive, unattached artist who owns her own gallery, and in addition to her artistic skills has a huge curiosity bump. Dodee Swisher leads, Jim follows and finally, they manage to identify the murderer without getting either of them killed in the process.

The problem here is that he’s on the east coast, she’s in the midwest, but phone calls and letters persuade them to try again (this was in the days before e-mail) so the next summer, off they go to Baltimore and a cooking school. Library Journal categorized Killing Thyme as “An entertaining blend of cooking tidbits, Baltimore surrounds, fascinating workshop participants, and persistent hanky-panky on the sidelines.” Well!

Their next adventure Tip a Canoe finds the two at a birdwatching/nature study Elderhostel™  on South Carolina’s Santee Lakes. The following year, however, finds them on the other side of the USA and the Santa Fe Trail in Painted Lady. This one veers into the supernatural a bit, as Dodee’s paintings seem to carry the image of a woman who fell from the hotel rooftop before their trip actually started. There is also a novella – Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing.

Unhappily, because of the crunch in the publishing world, at this point, Peter lost his publisher. But writers don’t usually give up when that happens – they’re optimistic creatures, and continue writing, regardless. He was encouraged by notes from fans asking “where’s the next book in the series?” So last fall, he took it upon himself to publish the next one — Name Games through CreateSpace, a subsidiary of Amazon.com.

In this one, Peter indulges his fondness for puns and word games by the names he assigns to the characters, other than Jim and Dodee, that is. The adventure nearly does them in, as they go white-water rafting and hiking through the woods. He thought it would be safe–who ever heard of a drive-by shooting from a rubber raft?

In addition to these five novels, Peter has two other novels in print through CreateSpace: Capital Coven and If They Ask For A Hand, Only Give Them A Finger, both of which deal with spies and so forth in the Washington DC area. There is also one non-fiction guide book: Easy Reading Writing: Easy Reading about Writing Easy Reading.

Well, I hear you say, a lot of people do self-publishing these days, and that’s very true. It’s easier than ever with the POD (print on demand) process which keeps millions of trees still standing instead of being converted into books that are all-too-soon converted to fodder for landfills. But Peter has gone one better, embracing the new technologies of pod-casting and creating audio books on CD, all by his own self. Mostly.

Every now and then one of his books has too many characters in it for him to do all the different voices, so he ropes a friend or two into a few sessions with the digital recorder, splices it all together in the computer and bingo! Book on CDs for easy listening.

Coven, being slightly longer is on 8 CDs, while Finger is on 6. Full information and details are available through his web-site: www.sidewalkbooks.com He’s also allowed Amazon to convert the print books to e-books for its Kindle reader. And there are a couple of books available for free downloads at podiobooks.com Be advised that donations are accepted at that site, and the author does receive a fair share.

And if you like poetry, you might like to receive one of his spiritual type poems which he sends out every Monday. Send an e-mail to Peter at Sidewalkbooks.com and put ‘Burnt Offerings’ in the subject line. If you’d rather have a weekly newsletter about writing fiction, put ‘BookMarc’ in the subject line.

We should all be so into new things—for fun, he’s learning to play a 5-string banjo!—and active as we gently ‘mellow into fine wine.’ His most recent birthday was his 78th! Way to go, Peter!

As always, if you have comments or questions, you may use the space provided below or write to me directly at: kelly at theseniorreader.com           No spam, please! Consider this your advisory notice that that if you send spam, it will be automatically forwarded to the US government and your ISP.

Monday, March 16, 2009

2009 Trinity Blogging Summit

I’m am quite pleased to announce the 2009 Trinity Blogging Summit, thank God it’s finally here!  I would like to express my sincerest appreciation for those who were able to participate and I apologize for the constant delays.  I myself did not write on the Trinity although I wish I had.  I thought I’d take the easy way out by providing a bibliography of Trinitarian resources but this ended up taking me days upon days to compile and I know that I haven’t even scratched the surface.  Perhaps I’ll be able to contribute something else at a later date in time.  Let me also take this time to say that if you were originally supposed to contribute and would like to do so at your convenience, I’d be happy to update this page.  Now onto the posts which I list in the order I received them.  Enjoy!

  1. Chicken of the Sea — Theodora Ranelli
  2. Triune Holiness — Peter J. Leithart
  3. Rethinking the Shape of the Trinity — Anne Kim
  4. Greek Syntax and the Trinity — Mike Aubrey
  5. A Trinitarian Bibliography — Nick Norelli

And while we’re on the subject of the Trinity allow me to direct your attention to three posts listed on my Scholar’s Corner page which provide links to quite a few of the articles listed in my bibliography.  

  • Christological Resources Online
  • Trinitarian Resources Online
  • Monotheism in Antiquity   

You might also be interested in the various reviews I’ve done on books about the Trinity:

  • A Brief History of the Doctrine of the Trinity in the Early Church
  • Classical Trinitarian Theology: A Textbook
  • Communion with the Triune God 
  • Delighting in the Trinity: Just Why Are the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit Such Good News? 
  • Father, Son, & Holy Spirit: Relationships, Roles, & Relevance 
  • Father, Son, and Spirit: The Trinity in John’s Gospel
  • God the Holy Trinity: Reflections on Christian Faith and Practice
  • God’s Life in Trinity
  • The God Who Is Triune: Revisioning the Christian Doctrine of God
  • The Holy Trinity: In Scripture, History, Theology, and Worship
  • Jesus and the Father: Modern Evangelicals Reinvent the doctrine of the Trinity
  • Jesus in Trinitarian Perspective
  • The One True God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit 
  • Paradox in Christian Theology: An Analysis of Its Presence, Character, and Epistemic Status
  • Rediscovering the Triune God: The Trinity in Contemporary Theology
  •  The Substance of the Faith: Luther’s Doctrinal Theology for Today 
  • Trinitarian Soundings in Systematic Theology
  • The Trinity: Evidence & Issues [pt. 2 here]
  • The Trinity (Guides to Theology)
  • The Trinity Guide to the Trinity
  • The Trinity & Subordinationism: The Doctrine of God & the Contemporary Gender Debate
  • The Triune God: An Essay in Postliberal Theology

B”H

I shook Michael Chabon's hand...

Reading The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay is like going on a wine tour. You have to be a certain age to even drink wine and you have to be subtle/intellectual enough to care about the differences. Also, you have to resist the urge to slowly become a douchebag. That’s how I felt about Kavalier and Clay: mostly because I’ve heard the hype and I know it’s going to be a great gosh-golly punch in the face story- but in a good way- type of book. And it was. There’s no denying that.

Michael Chabon, as everyone probably knows, is a master of storytelling. His sentences are so cozy and elaborate, they “just pick you up and tuck you in bed” as one critic put it. I would have to agree. His book was dense to the point that I felt like I was eating a 5by5 burger at in-n-out. Like damn, talk about hindering the story. I suppose people like the elaborate descriptions that gives every object in the room some kind of personal attitude, but I thought there was too much of that.

I tend to shy away from things that everyone just adores. It gets old. But Kavalier and Clay is definitely a “classic” that will last for generations. The story encompasses the magic of youth and puppy love, but also draws in comic-book fanatics: the long lost fantasy of every true American boy. It’s also a commentary on the American Dream - for all its sleazy business men and riches beyond any poor Jewish boy’s imagination. It’s also written amazingly well by  a writer who is indeed fluent in the language of sentence construction.

Perhaps when I am older, old enough to taste wine and appreciate the value of Michael Chabon’s hand, and less cynical to the fanatics that surrounded me at his book reading, I can let his sentences “tuck me into bed”.But right now, when I’m young and impatient, I’m going to end up swallowing delicacies whole.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Vivian Hoxbro: Abstract Stole

I’ve been following Vivian Hoxbro designs for awhile now, but never really quite got the bug to knit one of these designs until I discovered this pattern from her book, Knit to be Square.  I love, love, love this pattern for its bright colors, and playful personality.  I just received a newsletter from Harrisville yarns announcing that all of her kits will be going on sale for 25% off at harrisville.com from March 17-28, 2009.  Yesterday I braved the long trip to Wild Fibers in Santa Monica and found another great pattern book by Elsebeth Lavold in her designer’s choice series, book 17, the small things matter collection.  Filled with beautiful accessories made with her silky wool.  You can see photos of all the designs here.  My favorites are Hana and Malin

Readerly Updates

Apologies for the lack of updates.  Things have been interesting.  I’ve had quite a few family commitments that have made internet time almost non-existent.  In fact, it’s taken an early night on a business trip for me to even get a chance to poke my head in here, but while I haven’t been online much, I’ve definitely been reading.

I’m really starting to wonder if I’m a little ADD when it comes to reading, because I haven’t been finishing books very quickly, and I’m on a trend of reading at least four books at a time - three novels and a book of poetry - that I don’t know when it will end.

The one thing I have finished is my reread of Stephenie Meyer’s The Host.  I really resisted reading this the first go around, and took every chance to scrutinize it vocally that I could, but by the time it was over I couldn’t deny that I loved the thing.  It’s still a very bizarre book the second time around - bits of it remind me of a Miyazaki film on acid - but rereading it and knowing those parts were going to come in, it was a little easier to swallow.  I still have issues with a few little points where someone along the line (and that of course starts with Ms. Meyer herself) didn’t fact-check things very thoroughly (ask me about the honey issue sometimes… that one really irks me), and I still hate the first ten chapters.  But.  Ian.  O’Shea.  I have to admit, that if it came down to a fight to the death in Meyer characters for my affection… well, Ian is the only one who could give Jacob Black a run for his money.  Well maybe that Garrett fellow from Breaking Dawn—he was pure beauty.

I still get frustrated with various aspects of Meyer’s hackneyed sense of literary justice.  In Twilight, Bella gets her little circle of weirdly immortal friends/family, with no change, ever, and here we get a very strong character made pointedly weak and all but helpless at the very end of the novel.  It’s for that reason, mainly, that I wouldn’t mind it terribly if there aren’t any sequels to this, despite the fact that the ending leaves it very open for continuation.  My one leaning for a sequel, would be so we could learn more about Burns, because I just happen to have a weakness for tall redheads in stories (and in real life, for that matter).

I’ve also been rereading some other things - I guess it’s a trend lately.  I’m indulging in a life-long crush and rereading Anne of Green Gables. I haven’t read this series in years, and never read all of it, actually, and I’d really like to.  Anne Shirley was one of my very first fictional friends, which I guess is true for millions of people.  The love story between Anne and Gilbert Blythe, which I’ve barely touched as of yet in the first novel, is one that’s influenced my taste for fictional pairings all my life—it’s something a half-step beyond “will they or won’t they,” there’s that spark that’s just as likely to explode in your face as it is to combust in a more positive way.  Anne is completely disdainful of Gilbert for years, on account of a percieved insult she recieved from him at their very first meeting, but Gilbert is struck, full victim to Anne’s overenthusiastic, romantic charms despite her temper.  That said, he never moons over his losses, and he doesn’t roll over and play dead, either.  While I wouldn’t say he fights back, really, Gilbert gets his digs in here and there, and his patience runs out at various times (very understandably), which is something I’ve always appreciated.  It makes the pair of them much more real than a saintly ever-lasting patience would.  (And along that line, how does Stephenie Meyer compare Edward and Bella to this?  Really?)

I’m reading Emma, also, to finish out my round of Austen novels, but it’s going surprisingly slowly.  I’ve always enjoyed this novel before, but it just seems to be dragging, which is strange because I know I’m comprehending more of it than I had the first two times I’d read it (Both for classes, and both rushed.  And both years ago).  Maybe I’m just distracted by the fact that the fourth Fablehaven novel comes out March 24th.  I am looking forward to that an awful lot.  Maybe not to Harry Potter proportions, but up there with Jasper Fforde, which is high in my book.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Does God Have An 'Eternal Purpose'? A Review of From Eternity to Here by Frank Viola

It was 2003; I was 23. Finally after all these years, I had scraped up the cash (& credit cards) to undergo that great American rite of passage - the summer trip to Europe. Thanks to the generosity of Andrew Jones & family, a couple of house churches, and many other hospitable friends (including Bea & Andy Marshall) I made my way from London to Bournemouth to the Netherlands to Birmingham and Sheffield. While on one leg of my British journey, I was part of a learning party Andrew & friends put on called Wabi-Sabi. It was there I was having a conversation with a fellow American, a new friend 20 years my senior, who had published a book the year before. He was a pastor and church planter, and ‘coach’ to other pastors and church planters. He was asking me what I was up to, & I told him about a book I was working on. (It’s a book I’m still working on! Could this be the month I finish it..?)

“What’s it about?” He asked.

I proceeded to tell him, noting that in part it attempts to unfold “The eternal purpose of God.”

“Well!” He exclaimed jovially but incredulously. “When you figure that one out, be sure to let the rest of us know!”

Ah, these were the early, heady days of postmodern incredulity to metanarratives - even postmodern Christian suspicion of Christian metanarratives. And why not, after all? We (at least, we evangelical Christians) were weaned on a ‘big story’ of “If you were to die tonight, do you have assurance in your heart that you’d go to heaven?” Or, “Have you heard the four spiritual laws?” Those of us following Jesus with awareness of our post-everything cultural shift were keenly aware of the shortcomings of our blithely-uttered “theories of everything,” and were looking for a humbler approach - even if it ultimately meant affirming a much humbler, more localized, cosmology.

But I had a problem - one I still have, at least in part, today. But it’s one I think From Eternity to Here by Frank Viola speaks into. My problem, sitting in Europe circa 2003 - and in the Southeast US of A circa 2009 - is that, since 1998 or so, I was arrested by a grand story - a tale of a God in love, a God who is love, a God who is Community, creating matter and physicality and embodiment as an expression of that love to pour Godself into. If this Story doesn’t do away with the Fall-Rescue-Restoration narrative so common to Christendom, it certainly reframes it, going back further and then permeating the present, to the point (for me at least) that some eschatological tensions are less pronounced. And further still, proponents of this Story have the audacity to believe it’s hiding in plain sight right in our bibles:

Although I am less than the least of all God’s people, this grace was given me: to preach to the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ, and to make plain to everyone the administration of this mystery, which for ages past was kept hidden in God, who created all things. His intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms, according to his eternal purpose which he accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Paul’s letter known as Ephesians, 3:8-11, TNIV - emphasis mine, as ancient Hebrews & Greeks did not have italic fonts yet.)

So this story’s sexy - it has grace, and the overseeing of an age-old ‘mystery,’ in the same sense as ‘mystical’ or Babylonian mystery religion (only better). A message, a power, hidden by God in Christ that would be as revelatory to heavenly principalities and powers as it would be for mere mortals, a divine purpose that’s not only age-old but eternal.

WTF??

By which I mean Where to, Frank?? It is this impenetrable enigma that Viola turns his pen to unfolding for us - and it’s a good thing, too: If folks in the first century CE barely grasped what the apostle Paul (and, Frank contends, Jesus - and others) were talking about, we certainly don’t talk much about this stuff 20+ centuries later.

Except, interestingly, there is a stream of the Christian family who has dared speak about such things: Plymouth Brethren, Christian Missionary Alliance, Keswick Higher Life movement folks, and their descendents. I can’t do justice to their whole story here - that’d be a post in itself, or a series - so I’ll just do a genealogy. Ruth Paxson begat Mary McDonough begat Watchman Nee and T. Austin-Sparks (I’m talkin’ spiritually, now) begat Stephen Kaung and Devern Fromke. Hudson Taylor and AW Tozer run around in this family tree too, somewhere. All of these folks had teaching ministries, or churches, or publishing outreaches, the emphasized the the exchange that happens when those who trust in Christ spiritually ‘die’ with Christ and have his resurrected life take the place of your own - and how this all fits into a larger, more cosmic plan of God’s original purpose - or as Fromke calls it, ‘The Ultimate Intention.’

Frank brings these teachers’ core messages into the 21st century, connecting them in dialogue with other branches of the Christian family, including neo-orthodox folks like Karl Barth & Dietrich Bonhoeffer (who explore radically Christ-centered spirituality as the ground of all being and escape from religion and conventional categories of knowledge), and more recently still post-evangelical luminaries like Stan Grenz and Miroslav Volf who explore the social habits of the Trinity and how these might be reflected in the Church.

So where to, Frank? Frank wants us to begin in the Godhead:

In “the agelessness of eternity,” God had an incredible dream: He wished to expand the “infinite communion” that He had with His beloved Son. He wanted other beings to participate in the interior mystery of the Trinity, to share in the sacred exchange of fellowship, love, and life that flows…between the Father and His Son. He wanted others to participate in “the amiable society” of the Godhead.

But he doesn’t end there. In order to “participate” in the Godhead, the Church in Frank’s depiction lives out four values (see chapter 27):

Communion with God:

As the bride of Christ, the church is called to commune with, love, enthrone, and intimately know the heavenly Bridegroom who indwells her.

Churches that excel in the bridal dimension give time and attention to spiritual fellowship with the Lord. Worship is a priority. Seeking the Lord, loving Him, communing with Him, and encountering Him are central.

Corporate display of the church in an atmosphere of ever-member freedom:

The church is called to gather together regularly to display God’s life through the ministry of every Christian. How? …In open-participatory meetings where every member of the believing priesthood functions, ministers, and expresses the living God in an open-participatory atmosphere (see 1 Cor. 14:26; 1 Pet. 2:5; Heb. 10:24–25, etc).

God dwells in every Christian and can inspire any of us to share something that comes from Him with the church. In the first century, every Christian had both the right and the privilege of speaking to the community. This is the practical expression of the New Testament doctrine of the priesthood all believers.

The open-participatory church meeting was the common gathering of the early church. It’s purpose? To edify the entire church and to display, express, and reveal the Lord through the members of the body to principalities and powers in heavenly places (Eph. 3:8–11).

Community life where practical reconciliation takes place:

The church’s allegiance was exclusively given to the new Caesar, the Lord Jesus, and she lived by His rule. As a result, the response by her pagan neighbors was, “Behold, how they love one another!”

God’s ultimate purpose is to reconcile the universe under the lordship of Jesus Christ (Col. 1:20; Eph. 1:10). As the community of the King, the church stands in the earth as the masterpiece of that reconciliation and the pilot project of the reconciled universe. In the church, therefore, the Jewish-Gentile barrier has been demolished as well as all barriers of race, culture, sex, etc. (Gal. 3:28; Eph. 2:16). The church lives and acts as the new humanity on earth that reflects the community of the Godhead.

Thus when those in the world see a group of Christians from different cultures and races loving one another, caring for one another, meeting one another’s needs, living against the current trends of this world that give allegiance to other gods instead of to the world’s true Lord, Jesus Christ, it is watching the life of the future kingdom lived out on earth in the present. As Stanley Grenz once put it, “The church is the pioneer community. It points toward the future God has in store for His creation.”

It is this “kingdom community” that turned the Roman Empire on its ear. Here was a people who possessed joy, who loved one another deeply, who made decisions by consensus, who handled their own problems, who married each other, who met one another’s financial needs, and who buried one another.

Commission where we love the world as God does:

As we have already seen, when Jesus Christ ascended into heaven, He chose to express Himself through a body to continue His ministry on earth. As the body of Christ, the church not only cares for its own, but it also cares for the world that surrounds it. Just as Jesus did while He was on earth.

The pages of history are filled with stories of how the early Christians took care of the poor, stood for those who suffered injustice, and met the needs of those who were dying by famine or plague. In other words, the early Christian communities cared for their non-Christian neighbors who were suffering.

Not a few times a plague would sweep through a city, and all the pagans left town immediately, leaving their loved ones to die. That included the physicians. But it was the Christians who stayed behind and tended to their needs, sometimes even dying in the process…the early church understood that she was carrying on the earthly ministry of Jesus Christ. She well understood that He was the same today, yesterday, and forever (Heb. 13:8).

So there you have it. I’m still not sure if we contingent humans can dare speak in plain prose about something as ineffable as an “eternal purpose of God.” And yet, if I saw my American church planter friend again today, I’d echo Pete Rollins (or is that Caputo? Or is that Derrida?) in saying that while language definitely fails at such a sublime provocation, we cannot help but speak about eternity and ultimate meaning. Some of the best conversations, orations, letters and books have been penned exploring this very idea, and From Eternity to Here is no exception. What I appreciate about it is its desire to marry the contemplative with the active, the mystical (if you will) with the missional. As I said in my inside-cover endorsement of the book,

Frank Viola is the heir apparent to classic Deeper Christian Life teachers, faithfully bringing their core ideas into the 21st century with his own fresh insight. Visio Dei meets Missio Dei in this passionate examination of what motivates the very heart of God!

Check it out. I’d love to hear your thoughts. And for a list of reviews and endorsements, check out the booksite.