Okay, it's totally Tuesday, but I hadn't finished reading yet! So, today:
by Matthew Paul Turner
2005, Fleming Revell
First of all, you just gotta love that his name is Matthew Paul. I mean, I trusted him just because of the apostolic name. Turner was raised, like many of us, in a legalistic church that made him basically crazy. Like many of us, he went through the motions, making all those appropriate Christian noises of survival that mark us as viable church members, all the while craving more. Unfortunately, he chose a rather unsavory way to fulfill those needs. His downfall, however, opened him up to the amazing grace one gets when we come to the end of ourselves. Amen and amen.
Seven years later, Matthew Paul emerged having learned to live an authentic faith: loving recklessly and relentlessly, living in relationship, and being honest about our journey.
Hey, that sounds familiar. If only I'd written that book.
But, I digress. So, here is a book that ragamuffin diva fans will find most familiar. He's honest, and relevant (he writes for the magazine, for heaven's sake), bringing a freshness to the gospel message that too often grows stale.
I think you'll dig it.
90 Minutes in Heaven
by Don Piper
2005, Fleming Revell
I'll admit it. I wasn't thrilled about the prospect of reading this book. It reminded me of so many other, "I went to heaven for three days" or "I spent my summer in Hell being tormented relentlessly by the evil spawn of Satan." These books are usually met the kind of histrionic fervor that is the stuff of my nightmares. Remember "Pigs in the Parlor"? I don't. I blocked it from memory, thank God.
So, I pick this book up reluctantly and couldn't help but fall into the story. It's compelling, I mean, he was like, dead, for 90 minutes, and this guy is praying for him and the next thing you know he's back, and jacked up at that.
Now it's one thing to get a glimpse of heavenly bliss, it's another to find your body wracked with pain with a grueling recovery awaiting. I don't know if I'd have been relieved or ticked off, and honestly, I found his recovery more compelling than the heavenly stuff. Maybe that's just me. I think I want to be surprised. I don't want Home to be described to me. There's a comfort in knowing that Jesus will be there, and His mom, and all my favorite Bible people. My great-grandma. That's heaven enough for me.
But, I think it will be comforting to people who get into that kind of thing, as well as inspiring to those who are in chronic pain.
Whew, I suck at book reviewing, but I tried. Thanks ladies who sent the titles to me, for giving me the opportunity.