As summer approaches I am drawn to think about what sort of reading material will occupy my bedside table and house couch given that the summer months bring a new sense of freedom to my bookshelf. But in the midst of this I came to the painful and uncomfortable realization that there have been written way too many books that I would be interested in reading, and there is no possible amount of time in my life to read them. Perhaps this is a personal and unusual fight with pessimism, that forces me to think that the possibility of reading them all is simply an illusion when it is not. Reading lists are like blank canvases in many ways - filled with the most intense contradiction of wonderful possibility and stone-still intimidation. Perhaps I can apply what I've learned from painting, writing, and obedience to God to the summer reading list: the art of starting. I've just got to dig in and go after it.
While there are too many books to mention, I will say that my doctrine class has made me interested in the writings of Emile Brunner. Perhaps I will make a stop by the library.
Friday, May 9, 2008
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