Have you ever noticed how we hail a book as “one of the best I have ever read” not because it challenges us to see the world or people or ourselves in a different light, (although it may) but because it echoed shared sentiments that we failed to find words to express.
Book recommendation: Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. Imagine the authenticity of C.S. Lewis with the wit of Chandler Bing.
Is it sacreligious to put those two people in the same sentence?