We have one bookstore in our small city, it‘s mainly used books sprinkled with a few new. I‘m grateful to have it! I‘m intrigued by the tagged book having just finished up an Antiquity course. The owner said the Winterson is a favorite. 😁
We have one bookstore in our small city, it‘s mainly used books sprinkled with a few new. I‘m grateful to have it! I‘m intrigued by the tagged book having just finished up an Antiquity course. The owner said the Winterson is a favorite. 😁
"Praise, praise!" I croak. Praise God for all that's holy, cold, and dark. Praise him for all we lose, for all the river of the years bears off. Praise him for stillness in the wake of pain. Praise him for emptiness. And as you race to spill into the sea, praise him yourself, old Wear.
Irreverent and hilarious yet loving portrait of faith, told through the life of 12th century sailor-turned-hermit Godric of Finchale. I loved Godric's unvarnished truths about the realities of spiritual aridity, difficulties in prayer and struggle with temptation.