well, it may be hard to believe, but i finished yet another book this week. this time i finished cormac mccarthy's pulitzer prize winning novel "the road." it was awesome. not the "oh my gost i loved it so much and can't wait to read it again because it takes me to a happy place" awesome, but more like the true meaning of the word. the book inspired awe. and fear. and the smallest little embers of hope, too, which i suppose, is where the book's greatest power lies. it is a bleak tale. well, bleak doesn't even begin to describe it. first, a note about the style. i've never read a mccarthy novel before (he's written several popular books including "no country for old men," and "all the pretty horses," to name a few), so i don't know if all his books are like this or not, but the book didn't include some basic grammatical fundamentals like complete sentences or quotation marks. it took me awhile...
a collection of words about God and life and art and baseball and football and hope and my family and my ministry and music and the immense joy in each moment of all of it. it's a record of being human. welcome.