I’m always looking for a good book. I have a reading wish-list that’s 3 pages long, I have loads of books that I’ve purchased and haven’t read yet, and every time I get a coupon from our local bookstores, I feel the need to make a trip “just to look,” of course. I won’t deny it; I’m a book hoarder. The problem is, I don’t really have a lot of time to read. So my collection grows. And grows. And grows. And grows…dusty. In spite of this, I’ve actually finished a really great book, “The Return of the Prodigal Son” by Henri Nouwen. This book is not new, it was first published in 1992, but it was new to me.
Rembrandt, The Return of the Prodigal Son, 1662–1669 (Hermitage Museum, St Petersburg) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Paraphrasing from the back cover…This is a tale of one man’s spiritual adventure that “led him to discover the place within where God has chosen to dwell…The themes of homecoming, affirmation, and reconciliation [based on the parable of the prodigal son and the Rembrandt painting of the same name] will be newly discovered by all who have known loneliness, dejection, jealousy, or anger.”
Ever been called out by a book? There were many times when I felt like the author was talking directly to me, and I didn’t like it. Struggling with my own personal loneliness and feelings of unworthiness, I often didn’t want to hear Nouwen talk about unconditional love. There were times, when in a childish fit, I’d toss the book aside and say, “Well! That’s not me!”
“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” Ummm…yeah…she doth. Continue reading