Great Read Suggestions by Gord Carkner et Amis
Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. (Random House)
The World is Not Ours to Save: Finding Freedom to Do Good. by Tyler Wigg-Stevenson (IVP)
Village of Secrets: Defying the Nazis in Vichy France by Carolyn Moorehead. (Random House)
The (Un)Common Good: how the gospel brings hope to a world divided. by Jim Wallis (Brazos 2014)
Fierce Convictions: The Extraordinary Life of Hannah More by Karen Swallow Prior. (Thomas Nelson)
Why Cities Matter: to God, the Culture and the Church by Stephen T. Um and Justin Buzzard (Crossway Books)
True Paradox: How Christianity Makes Sense of Our Complex World by David Skeel. (IVP)
Charity: the Place of the Poor in the Biblical Tradition by Gary Anderson (Yale University Press)
Can We Believe the Bible? An Evangelical Engagement with Contemporary Questions by Craig Blomberg (Brazos)
Vanishing Grace: Whatever Happened to the Good News? by Philip Yancey. (Zondervan)
For the Glory of God: Recovering a Biblical Theology of Worship by Daniel I. Block (Baker Academic)
The End of Apologetics: Christian Witness in a Postmodern Context by Myron B. Penner (Baker Academic)
The Searchers: a Quest for Faith in the Valley of Doubt by Joseph Loconte (Thomas Nelson)
This Changes Everything: Capitalism versus Climate by Naomi Klein
Visit Regent College Bookstore at Gate One UBC
for some great Holiday Reading
https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/tag/advent-antiphons/ Cambridge University Poet Chaplain Malcolm Guite reads his sonnets for Advent.
http://blog.emergingscholars.org/2014/12/advent-expecting-our-hope-to-be-fulfilled/ Emerging Scholars Advent Reflections
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.’
And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
and running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kiking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arriving at evening, not a moment too soon
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
A photograph of three camels, taken at the Pyramids of Giza (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A photograph of three camels, taken at the Pyramids of Giza (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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