My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I don’t usually think of reading fiction as an overtly spiritual experience, much less a devotional one, but this book was. Poignantly written, these letters from an old and dying reverend to his very young son tell a story of every day midwestern life, but they also tell the story of Life in its everyday beauty and brokenness, which basks in the hope of redemption. Theology and doxology and mystery all intertwine in the frustration and poignant pleasure found in both human relationships and mortality itself. Please read.