I finished N.D. Wilson’s somewhat autobiographical (or, more biographical of his four grandparents) Death By Living a couple weeks ago. Though I liked his ideas, they were hindered in his presentation. The disjointed, staccato style didn’t take long to become irritating, which is disappointing because I think it masked his effort: to push the doctrine of Providence out onto the corners and push us to not only accept life as it is Providentially given to us, but to embrace it as abundance.
Being in Story Means Trouble
Stories mean trouble. Stories mean hardship. The fall of man did not introduce evil; it placed us on the wrong side of it, under its rule, needing rescue.
God is not an aura ruling auras. His Son has flesh even now. You have flesh. This story is concrete, it is for real, and it is played for keeps.
If life is a story, how shall we then live? It isn’t complicated (just hard). Take up your life and follow Him. Face trouble. Pursue it. Climb it. Smile at its roar like a tree planted by cool water even when your branches groan, when your golden leaves are stripped and the frost bites deep, even when your grip on this earth is torn loose and you fall among mourning saplings.