Where was this book read? While tucked cozily in bed beneath twinkle lights, where often my eyes faded and I woke up with this book on my face.
Where did this book come from? Powell's City of Books in Portland, OR
The Specs: Fiction, the beauty in simplicity, Christianity, multi-generational dynamics, all written with reverent grace.
"I want your dear perishable self to live long and love this poor perishable world."
"The idea of grace had been so much on my mind, grace as a sort of ecstatic fire that takes things down to essentials."
"So it is a rejection of the reality of grace to hold our enemy at fault. Those things can only be true. It seems to me people tend to forget that we are to love our enemies, not to satisfy some standard of righteousness."
"You see how it is godlike to love the being of someone. Your existence is a delight to us."
"But their must be angels there too, and springs of water. Even that wilderness, the very habitation of jackals, is the Lord's. I need to bear this in mind."
"It is true that we all do live in the ruins of the lives of other generations."
"There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality. It makes no sense at all because it is the eternal breaking in on the temporal."