The Canticle of the Creatures for Saint Francis of Assisi
(Anyone here reading or finished this book?
I appreciate the Sabbath-like dimensions of this idea,
but do wonder the degree of privilege it takes to waste a day — or substantial portion of it?)
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Paperback – Revised Edition:
Paraclete Press, 2018
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Reviewed by Ashley Hales
With fake news, looming headlines, and a culture that’s bent at shouting at one another across the aisles, Suzanne Wolfe’s novel, Unveiling, is a treat. Wolfe, who authored the Christianity Today award-winning novel, The Confessions of X, has thoroughly revised and edited her 2004 debut in for its 2018 re-release with Paraclete Press.
Unveiling is the story of Dr. Rachel Piers, a recent divorcee and art restorer, who leaves New York City and her past to restore a medieval triptych in Rome. She’s commissioned by a large American corporation to identify the piece as done my a medieval master. She’s met with Donati, her Italian counterpart, who specializes in pigments. Together they strip away centuries of detritus, both in the painting and their pasts.
Paperback: Orbis Books, 2018
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Reviewed by Heather Caliri
In the weeks after Jorge Bergoglio, former archbishop of Buenos Aires, became Pope Francis, a bunch of posters featuring him went up in Buenos Aires on bus stops, phone booths and walls. Rival political parties put up the banners—all of them claiming the pope as one of their own.
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Reviewed by Ryan Johnson
We live in a society where fear has become ubiquitous. It looms behind every corner, and for many it is impossible to go through a day without feeling its effects. Those of us tasked with the responsibility of leading others are left wondering how to guide people to hope and courage through a labyrinth of fears. Adam Hamilton, in his typical pastoral way, offers a resource for just such a purpose in his new book Unafraid: Living with Courage and Hope in Uncertain Times.
Looking through the table of contents of Joy Beth Smith’s Party of One: Truth, Longing, and the Subtle Art of Singleness, one is hit by truth after mythbusting truth. It’s all right there in the chapter titles: “God Doesn’t Owe You a Husband.” “Singleness Isn’t Seasonal.” “Jesus Might Not Meet All Your Needs.”
And that’s before we even get to the section on sex.
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Reviewed by Sara Sterley
My husband and I lived in “little boxes suburbia” (a la the intro song to the television show Weeds) for ten years, spending countless hours scouring real estate listings for some property that we could turn into a small farm that was within our price range, expending plenty of angry energy toward the neighbors that complained about us not using chemicals on our lawn and turning over much of it to gardens, repeatedly trying to tell ourselves to be happy where we were planted. And then, one day, we found the home and land, if not of our dreams, at least about at that intersection of where our price range, desired location, and dreams met. There might have been lightning and trumpets sounding in the way we have told the story since. But At Home in this Life: Finding Peace at the Crossroads of Unraveled Dreams and Beautiful Surprises is not one of those stories, and I found it all the more refreshing because it wasn’t.
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Reviewed by C. Christopher Smith
I have spent a fair bit of time over the last year, reflecting on the differences between the way that the Trinity has been imagined in the Eastern and Western traditions of Christianity (and the ways the Eastern tradition of social trinitarianism might orient us toward a deeper, conversational life together). I was therefore curious when I heard the premise of Dom and Sarah Crossan’s new book Resurrecting Easter, which explores a different issue of theological representation that distinguishes the East from the West, namely the depiction of Jesus’s resurrection.
Growing up in the 1990s, I belonged to a bizarre record club.
No, it wasn’t one of those where you bought an album on the cheap, then received another slew of titles free—though I did take that deal a few times. The customs of this club, its members spread far and wide, included jettisoning all your secular music, only to chase after it like an indecisive lover. Plagued by alternating bouts of piety and spiritual paranoia, I threw away, gave away or sold my secular CDs on at least two occasions. These purges were meant to foster purity, to keep me spiritually tuned in; all they did was leave me with seller’s remorse.