In this book Daniel Walker describes how sex abuse of children sucks their souls out leaving an empty body – like J.K. Rowlings Dementors but even more terrifying because it is not make believe. Every man who has battled lust should read this book and fight that demon sin with renewed vigour as a result. Sex trafficking is a many-headed monster but we must fight it on all fronts. Continue reading
Check out why I recommend The Shack as a thoroughly good read. The reason may surprise you! Continue reading
A review of By Grace Alone: How the Grace of God Amazes Me, by Sinclair Ferguson (published by Reformation Trust, ISBN 978-1-56769-202-0). This book review has taken me a long time to get written, largely because the book is so … Continue reading
Blue Like Jazz, by Donald Miller, reads like it’s title, meandering through a narcissistic world of faith, community, church, love and doubts, among other things. It was an easy read which allowed me to be challenged in places without being … Continue reading
How Should a Christian Live? A question even veteran disciples should ask, certainly one that young Christians need urgent answers to. With this handy study guide and the audio of 1 Corinthians through to Philemon on your MP3 player … Continue reading
To read In Christ Alone by Sinclair Ferguson is like reading an exceptionally well written blog. Each chapter is discrete and self-contained, while all holding to the theme of living in Christ. This is not a narrative or treatise on … Continue reading
In his book ‘Crazy Love‘, Francis Chan says he is writing for those who would rather die before their convictions do (p21), a sentiment that greatly appeals to me – reminding me of Philippians 1:21. Chan challenges Christians to move beyond a lukewarm faith and start giving our best to God rather than offering the leftovers of our lives to our creator.
I read another book over Christmas, about a teenager with deep devotion to God. The book is ‘Night‘ by Elie Wiesel, who was 15 when he arrived at Auschwitz. He writes:
Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed.
Never shall I forget that smoke.
Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky.
Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever.
Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live.
Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.
Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live as long as God Himself.
Never.
Reading ‘Night’ has rocked my perception of the world and causes me to have grave concerns about the nature of my faith – what would suffering truly do to my faith? Reading ‘Crazy Love’ deepened my concerns – is my faith real? If it is real, why is there so little fruit?
