As I write this, I’m listening to the news report of a tractor-trailer found in Edinburg, Texas, with nineteen illegal immigrants locked inside.
Do you remember what it was like to walk up to a person you liked during high school? You wanted to say the right thing, smile the right smile, and make a good impression.
That sounds easy enough; but it wasn’t.
It’s been thirty years, but I can still remember the fear. A beautiful Fourth of July at the pool with cousins, aunts, and uncles. Everyone splashing and laughing, celebrating the holiday that commemorated freedom.
It took me far too long to write this list, to choose the five books that have influenced me most. Five? Fifty, I could have rattled off. One hundred, I would eagerly share.
The first time my pastor asked if I’d be interested in volunteering to help start a Pregnancy Care Center, my mental answer was an immediate That’s nice, but no thank you.
Adam
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Do you ever wish you had lived in a different time? Maybe you are drawn to the “happy days” of the 1950’s, or the excitement of the roaring 20’s.
“Every year it’s the same thing. I promise myself summer is not going to fly by. I promise I’ll slow down and take deeper breaths.
Talking about race and reconciliation has never been easy. Some folks stay away from conversations on race because they are too awkward or volatile.
I am thankful for the chance to reflect on books that have shaped me as a person and as a writer. During this reflection process, I discovered that God began using these books in my life long before I knew Him.
