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JRF’s #6 – The Meaning of Marriage by Tim Keller

Based off of a popular sermon series that Pastor and author Tim Keller preached atRedeemer Presbyterian Church in ManhattanThe Meaning of Marriage provides a timely and powerful voice to the modern Christian trying to understand and live out a Christ-centered marriage.  The Keller’s challenge both ends of the spectrum of error concerning marriage, showing that marriage as God intended it can be both more enthralling than any illegitimate pleasure as well as more exhausting and sacrificial than what modern notions of love and romance advertise.

The Keller’s have a well known love for C.S. Lewis and his influence is felt a lot in this book. They write with a Lewis-like approach: lots of compelling and wise theologically based thoughts…not an abundance of Scripture exposition.  Kierkegaard and poets get as much ink as the Word of God.  That approach isn’t necessarily wrong, it just needs to be recognized for what it is and read with discernment.

My wife and I read this book together, setting aside time a few times a month to discuss it.  The conversations that ensued were very helpful and fruitful.  A discussion that was particularly eye opening and exciting was when the Keller’s point out the differences between a consumer relationship vs. a covenant relationship and their implications on marriage.

This book is a great resource filled not only with wisdom for married couples but anyone trying to understand the purposes of God in the institution of Marriage.

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Ron’s #1: The Art of Neighboring by Jay Pathak & Dave Runyon

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I’m not the kind of guy who would tend to pick up a book on how to be a good neighbor. It’s not that I think that I’m a great neighbor already; it’s just that I don’t care. And this is the problem. Two things led me to read this book: 1. Tim Challies had it as one of his favorite books of 2012, and 2. We were moving into a kid-friendly neighborhood. It was time to make some changes in how we approach those people leaving twenty feet from our living room.

Let me get the minor criticisms out of the way to focus on the strengths. This book is poorly written overall with a lack of any compelling power. The two authors do my least favorite style of writing by putting their names in parentheses after using “I” in the text. This ping-pong method is futile as there was no real difference between these two guys. Even the fact that there are two guys is irrelevant. Also, they focused so much about buiding friendships and hosting block parties, there was no discussion (really, none) on presenting the Gospel or even what the Gospel is. OK, the criticism is over.

This is an important book for me to read at the right time in my life. Over the years, I’ve grown increasingly grouchier about being bothered at home. I viewed our house as a refuge from the world, and I know that it should be to some degree. However, in the four + years we’ve lived in Okinawa, we’ve never invited our neighbors over for a meal or a glass of wine. There seems to be something wrong with that. This book’s main thesis is this: When Jesus said to “Love your neighbor,” He meant, “Love your neighbor.” The book’s strength is this simple truth. We want to spiritualize, allegorizing, and metaphorize our Lord’s words, but we must ask how well we are reaching out and loving the family across the street or next door. I know that we’ve done a poor job of this in the past.

Pathak and Runyon have a simple exercise: sketch a map of your neighborhood and write the names and a few facts about those living close to you. If you are like me, your map is embarrassingly empty. When we moved to the Okinawa “suburbs,” I knew something needed to change.  With children running around like feral animals, and Power Wheels and balls strewn around like a suburban apocalypse, I needed another way to respond. The book helped me to frame how I think about our neighbors. They are not an interference or a bother; rather, they are people made in the image of God. I am part of community not only at work or at church, but also at home. I am my neighbor’s keeper. This rethinking has helped us get to know those around us better, and we’ve enjoyed the interactions. I think that I could fill out that map much better after two months here than I could after four years in our last place.

I’m not ready to have a block party as the authors seem to focus too much on, but I’ve had a great time talking to our new friends around us and hearing their stories, and getting to know their children, the kids that our boys will eventually play with.

Regardless of any of the criticism I have about the book, the main message is useful to us. I see that when Jesus tells me to love my neighbor, he means Terrance; Kevin & Ann; John & Daisy; Sherman & Daisy; Anthony & Sonya; and Clark.

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See more about the book here: http://artofneighboring.com

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Ron’s #38: Beautiful Boy by David Sheff

 Beautiful Boy is subtitled “A Father’s journey through his son’s addiction.”  I first saw this book for sale in a Starbucks several years ago, and it sounded compelling. I saw it in Entertainment Weekly magazine, and I read about it in a few other places. Our school library had it in a featured section, and I took another look at it last month. The topic hit me more than before now that I have two sons. What if one of them became a drug addict? How would I react? Just reading the jacket blurb made me feel that ache in my heart over losing one of my two boys to a destructive habit, so I decided that it was time to read it.
I’m glad that I did. Sheff is a master at this format, taking the reader through many aspects of addiction, especially in addiction to methamphetamines. He writes the account in present tense, an odd decision as most stories are commonly told in past tense. Shaff’s present tense makes us going along the journal with him. This technique helps the narrative feel more important and uncertain.

The strongest aspect of this story is a father’s love for his son. Shaff’s commitment to helping Nic at great cost to himself is (mostly) admirable. I felt his pain at seeing his son after a binge of meth, I sensed his fear with waiting for a call saying that Nic was dead, and I connected with his hope that this relapse would be the last relapse, even though we know it won’t be. This made me look at my sons differently. What if I’m going to remember this time right now 20 years from now when I wait to hear the doctor tell me whether he’ll survive the overdose. Will I reminisce about this Christmas in 20 years after I attend yet another parent support group for drug addicts? This book helped me to appreciate my boys more than ever before.

Another aspect that I liked about this book is the information on methamphetamines, and the danger they pose. There is no drug as unstable and the results so uncertain as meth, and Shaff offers much in the current treatment for this an other drugs. I’ve not read many or even any books on drug abuse, so this was useful. Along with this point, I see that our culture often makes too many jokes about meth addicts and tweakers. There certainly is nothing funny about this terrible drug, regardless of what Breaking Bad portrays.

I hesitate to criticize the book, as it is an account of a family’s pain, so I’ll only make a few comments about what I sensed as problematic. The first glaring one is the family’s disdain for God in this. God “appeared” in many different ways through the story, and I hoped that Nic or David would reach out and trust his guidance. Rather, there was hostility towards him on Nic’s part, and indifference on David’s. the other area that I saw was Nic’s compete freedom as a child.  As a father, Shaff seemed to have no limitations on David in regard to what he watched or friends he spent time with. Later, Nic acknowledged that some of his problems stemmed from being treated as an adult and never being a child. That’s an interesting statement. I was shocked to hear that as a young boy, fifth grade or so, Nic could recite the opening line to Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing, a movie certainly not intended for boys. Nic needed a father, but Nic got a cool dad who liked cool music and cool movies.

Of course, he didn’t do drugs because he watched a rated R movie, but there is something to be said about exposing our children to the influences of the world, especially too early. And, we would do so much better as parents if we set standards rather than trying to be our children’s buddies. That does not good. At one time in the narrative after Nic has had problems with drugs, he asks David to smoke pot with him, and David agrees. While I appreciate the truthful addition, it should that there is something askew in this relationship.

Tis was a minor annoyance in my enjoyment of the book. I thought it was excellent in many regards, no I’m so glad that I read it. Anne Lamont has a quotation on the cover that sums up my thoughts on it: “This book with save a lot of lives and heal a lot of hearts.” I can see how both aspects of that cold be true.

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Ron’s #37: Through Painted Deserts by Donald Miller

I’ve been a mild Donald Miller fan over these past few year, first reading Blue Like Jazz during a trip in Bali. I remember sitting on the balcony of our hotel overlooking a green garden with this book about God and Portland. I liked Miller’s view of Portland far more than his view of God, a post-modern grandfatherly-type begging for his children to relax a bit. Aside from either of these, I loved Miller’s poetic prose. He writes with profound description and quiet beauty, a style that makes me pause to consider not his ideas as much as the sentence structure and content.

After Blue Like Jazz, I read his next book, Searching for God Knows What, and I thought that most interesting part of the book was its clever title. Miller’s PoMo poster child status went into overdrive, and I lost interest. In 2009, I picked up A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. In that book, Miller chronicles his post-Blue Like Jazz doldrums while planning a movie version of the book. The producers realize that the autobiography doesn’t have enough story in it, and work to add more story in his life story. This causes an existential crisis in Miller, and he begins ways to live life more fully, more story-worthy. From the three books, this was by far my favorite. A search for authentic life, comparing our lives to the elements of a story, as well as Miller’s excellent writing style make an excellent book, one that I plan to reread. I was a fan again. (Side note: I watched Blue Like Jazz, the movie version, and it was one of the worst movie I’ve seen in a long time.)

His earlier book, Through Painted Deserts, appeared as an audiobook on NoiseTrade, so I downloaded it and listened to it last week. It tells his road trip with his friend Paul from Houston to Oregon. I enjoyed reading his first impressions of Portland, a city that he and I both love, as well as his experiences with people and situations along the way. His writing style has developed in later books, but his writing voice is still clear, bright, and insightful. There are moments where the self-reflection feels too overwrought, and I never fully understood the difference between the overarching questions of The How’s and the Why’s. but that is no matter. I enjoyed spending a bit of time on this trip, and Miller was an engaging host.

I’m sure my future reading lists will include new books by Donald Miller. He’s an intriguing writer with much to say and many stories to tell.

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JRF’s #47 – My Jakarta by the Jakarta Globe

This book is a collection of 200 + pages of interviews conducted by of anyone and everyone in Jakarta, the capital city of Indonesia and the world’s 2nd largest metropolitan area with more than 28 million souls.

From street buskers to politicians to gay rights leaders to fundamentalist muslims the people and perspectives offered in this collection are as numerous as the islands that make up Indonesia.

This book would be interesting to virtually any reader who has an interest in culture and urban life.  However, since Sarah and I are pursuing a life of work in this city, the information captured in these pages was fascinating and exciting.  It has helped put a face on this overwhelming city.  Many seeds of ideas for opportunities to meet the felt and real needs of these precious people have been planted as a result of reading their stories.

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