Here’s the quick deal on this one: There’s been a lot of love passed around my extended circles of friends with this book, and baby, I was feelin’ the lovin’ too.
So, cynical spectacles smashed by Same Kind of Different As Me, I hereby take another crack at posting from the heart, and shall let the soul roll wherever the soul may wish to flow. Heck, you’re listening to a guy who once read and fully embraced not just The Celestine Prophecy, but also gave solid consideration to the The Tenth Insight. I’m very ok with didactic cheeseball parables loosely inspired by real or imagined visions and touted as the next big thing to change your life forever. I might even start watching Oprah. I might.
The big difference between this tale and similar books (always shrouded in mystic light breaking through the dust jackets and paper-backed bookcovers glowing warmly on its way to your heart like a fleet of literary Thomas Kincaids) is Jesus. That’s just facts. Once you get into this book, you start hanging out with Jesus. If you’ve ever done that, or would like to try it, this book will bring some joy to your heart. If that creeps you out, you might not be into this one.
For me, it was like popping in an old CD that swung open memory gates and reminded me of good times, good friends. The characterization of the Lamb of God as Buddy Jesus brought back to mind times we spent together, and prompted me to kneel down and dial in. I’m glad it did. Yeah, the book’s a little different, but then again the things that it wrestles with — divine love & forgiveness — are a little unusual too. It won’t hurt you to read up on it.
