i am often guilty of reading several books at once, and that sometimes leads to the unique situation i found myself in this week: i finished two books in a matter of 3 or 4 days. first, i finished a book called "same kind of different as me," by ron hall and denver moore.
it is the unlikely story of a louisiana plantation cotton picker turned homeless man, and a successful texas art dealer, brought together by a woman who dared to be faithful to the feeling she had in her that God was calling her to love the "unlovable" in real and concrete ways. the story is written by both men, told in their distinct voices, from their completely different worldviews. i don't want to give anything away, in case one of you is going to read it, but let's just say that it will probably cause your eyes to well up more than once, both with elation and profound sorrow. it is an amazing story of reconciliation, across huge socio-economic divides, racial divides, and more. it is a true story, and if it doesn't challenge you to rethink your own attitudes about the homeless and those who are "one the margins" in your world, then you're not really paying attention.
then, last night i finished a completely different kind of book, called "the yellow leaves" by frederick buechner.