" Thank you God for faith and bulk-ordered grace. " N.D. Wilson's new book made my
heart soar. This is a memoir. It is a story of the present and the past. It is a book of
remembrance to his grandparents. He made me smile yet beware of his thinking. It will
take you in a circle . You have to be listening . You have to be thinking. Great paragraphs
will come to take you up the mountain and raise your hands in a benediction.
"Lay your life down. .. You have lungs. Let them spill with laughter."
"May my living be grace to those behind me. May I live hard. To the dregs."
Wilson examines Time. We struggle with the pace. "Our futile struggle in time is
courtesy of God's excessive giving. " He tells his grandparent's stories. Their
testimonies of those who shaped them and in turn, him.
" .... And what they did , they did unto the King ( because they did it unto his brethren).
And they tipped tremendous scales as they did it, shaping lives and generations
in ways that can never be undone. .......You have hands. You have words. You have
something. Touch the scales. Touch the least of these."
I especially loved this sweet story about his grandmother.
I brought my future wife here to meet my ancestors and receive their overflowing
love. My grandmother glowed, eyes sparkling, lips paused,
" Oh , she's lovely.
I bent down for my hug and got a kiss and a whispered command to keep this lovely
girl with the blue eyes and the wild hair,
I am richer for reading about " God is a God of galaxies, of storms, of roarying
seas, and boiling thunder, but He is also the God of bread baking , of a child's smile,
of dust motes in the sun. He is who He is, and always shall be. Look around you
now. He is speaking always and everywhere. His personality can be seen and
known and leaned upon."
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