The first time I read this book I was in high school.
At the time, I was a little unnerved by it. I was not altogether sure about this ‘Philip Yancey’ fellow who, I was pretty sure, was not a Southern Baptist. Who spoke with frankness and forgiveness about his struggles with a rule-laden church and an evangelical college that had strained his faith for a time. And I was even less sure about the way He described God’s grace as audacious. As shocking to the point of scandalous. As uncomfortable.
So I set the book aside. And then, years and years and years later, I came back to it. I was having a rough time, spiritually-speaking. I was frustrated with God and the fact that His plans weren’t the plans I had in mind. My relationship with the church my husband and I had faithfully attended was so troubled…
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