I hope that, in addition to letting you know about at least a book or two that might be your cup of tea, I’ve managed to suggest the riches available to us.
I am struck by the everyday misery and uncertainty and sheer muddle that George Orwell endured, along with his quotidian joys and satisfactions; particularly when juxtaposed with today s handwringing.
I have never been approached by one of those pollsters with a list of questions intended to suggest how crazy “we” are (evangelicals, that is). But if I were, here’s what I would say.
It is not unusual to come across writers trading on received notions of “evangelicals,” the like of which they would never countenance in their own house.
Can anything we ever learn about history, about the universe, about ourselves compare with that reality in its sheer strangeness and wonderful improbability? He is risen; he is risen indeed.