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I read it in college. I hated the philosophy parts, but the motorcycle travel parts were my thing for sure. Maybe it would be better on a read when I'm a bit older now, but I doubt I'll go back to it.
One of the most unique non-fiction books I've ever read. It really made me think, and was at times silly, repulsive and odd.
A few years ago I had the occasion to travel to eastern Orthodox lands.
In Istanbul, our student group visited the Ecumenical Patriarchate, and in their church building are the relics of St John Chrysostum. It was a sacred moment for me, one who's never considered relics worth considering.
On another occasion day of that trip, our group was honored to be in a place where the Romanian Orthodox church was celebrating a holy day. At that celebration, relics of a national saint whose name I didn't catch, plus Constantine's mother Helena, and then plus St. Paul were present. I was part of the group allowed to file past. I didn't know they were present, and it was confusing, but seeing the depth of devotion of these Christians and their honoring of these relics was a powerful experience.
In the end, Manseau hits upon a truth: While we may think of faith as an abstact, spiritual thing, it's always got flesh and bone and hair and blood to it. And so should our understanding of how we honor those who've gone before.
A few years ago I had the occasion to travel to eastern Orthodox lands.
In Istanbul, our student group visited the Ecumenical Patriarchate, and in their church building are the relics of St John Chrysostum. It was a sacred moment for me, one who's never considered relics worth considering.
On another occasion day of that trip, our group was honored to be in a place where the Romanian Orthodox church was celebrating a holy day. At that celebration, relics of a national saint whose name I didn't catch, plus Constantine's mother Helena, and then plus St. Paul were present. I was part of the group allowed to file past. I didn't know they were present, and it was confusing, but seeing the depth of devotion of these Christians and their honoring of these relics was a powerful experience.
In the end, Manseau hits upon a truth: While we may think of faith as an abstact, spiritual thing, it's always got flesh and bone and hair and blood to it. And so should our understanding of how we honor those who've gone before.
Brilliant, just truly brilliant. A loving, sly novel with an early teenaged narrator who is autistic. If you've ever wanted to be inside an autistic mind, this may be your ticket. And if you just love great writing, this is definitely your ticket.
I'm passing this one along.
I'm passing this one along.
> 5 stars. This is Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove's best book yet.
JWH writes reflecting on the Benedictine understanding of stability as a spiritual growth practice. The book is beautiful, simple, homespun and wise.
My doctoral dissertation is about learning from monastic wisdom for socially networked and mobile culture. I appreciate JWH's take on this topic, and even though I've submitted my 2nd draft already, I'm going to be using a lot of his work in the dissertation and in courses I'll teach on spirituality in the future.
JWH writes reflecting on the Benedictine understanding of stability as a spiritual growth practice. The book is beautiful, simple, homespun and wise.
My doctoral dissertation is about learning from monastic wisdom for socially networked and mobile culture. I appreciate JWH's take on this topic, and even though I've submitted my 2nd draft already, I'm going to be using a lot of his work in the dissertation and in courses I'll teach on spirituality in the future.
A fun, quirky novel about a lifetime professional thief with OCD who steals everyday household supplies that nobody would ever notice are missing.
