I've been doing a whole lot of reading lately. School is out and reading helps me to unwind. Two special books have been on my mind for the past two weeks, since the time I finished them. (Yes, I always read anywhere from two to three books at a time.)
One of them is Storm by Joyce Anthony. That book had a lot of undeveloped potential. The storyline was great, but it was the things never mentioned and only slightly hinted at that makes this book stand out in my mind. I hope that Mrs. Anthony will continue to write and maybe take it to that deeper place of potential I see in Storm.
The second book is The Fire that Burns for the Last Days by Kevin O'Connor. Before that book, I never considered myself a lukewarm Christian. I thought I was doing good in the fact that I get up and drag myself to church twice a week, I pray everyday, and read my Bible frequently. However, my heart was pricked at the reading of this book because I can't remember the last time I actually told someone about Christ. I can't remember the last time I prayed with someone else about their issues. If they don't ask, I've gotten out of the habit of offering. I can't really remember when I last enjoyed fellowship with my church family. This book left my heart heavy and my mind haunted by thoughts of where I'd lost the joy of my salvation. It'll be one of those books that I read again, and probably again, and yet again until I can read it without being convicted.