I enjoy Marilyn Chandler McEntyre’s writing. I loved her http://ladydusk.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-review-caring-for-words-in-culture.html“>Caring for Words in a Culture of Lies
many years ago and ordered this short volume on its heels.
This book is easy to lose track of, which you might notice by the dates begun and finished. It is another that lived in my bathroom for an occasional reading. And often languished out of sheer obliviousness, not out of lack of enjoyment.
McEntyre is writing her thoughts that are inspired based on her reading of scripture. They’re often pithy and cause the reader to wrestle, suppose, conjecture, think about the passage in a different way. I have many pages folded down to commonplace because I enjoy her well-crafted thoughts on the page.
The final sentences on the final reflection are fitting for the whole book: “Covictions not rooted deeply in feeling and imagination, and even in the life of the body, are planted in thin soil. Jesus knew this. So he invited those he loved to meet him in the intimate realm of imagination and do our learning there.” pg 112.
This is a book for an occasional perusal. For contemplation, for imagination. I commend it. I’m looking forward to more of her books when possible.