It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a load of links I love. I’m not sure why. Perhaps content fatigue. I absorbed so much information while writing Handle With Care and then tried to distill so much of it, that I’ve just felt smaller, quieter, and less of everything over the past few months. This little pile of links, quotes, content, and books, though, has been growing slowly and I thought maybe now would be a good time to share.
Waiting Time isn’t Wasted Time, by Ashley Hales
Shabbat + Sabbath, by Bethany Douglass
The Quiet Revolution in Evangelical Christian Publishing, by Kathryn Watson
Liturgies of Less…and More, by Tish Harrison Warren and Sarah Hamersma
Who Will Replace Eugene Peterson and Other Giants We’ve Lost, by Carey Nieuwhof
Some books I’ve added to my Idea List on Amazon recently,
Placemaker, by Christie Purifoy
Surprised by Paradox, by Jen Pollock Michel
Embodied Hope, by Kelly Kapic
Finding Holy in the Suburbs, by Ashley Hales
Who God Says You Are, by Klyne Snodgrass
A quote I read today that I found to be sadly true of the writing process,
"This book I have not yet written one word of is a thing of undescribable beauty, unpredictable in its patterns, piercing in its colour, so wild and loyal in its nature that my love for this book, and my faith in it as I track its lazy flight, is the single perfect joy in my life…
When I can’t think of another stall, when putting it off has actually become more painful than doing it, I reach up and pluck the butterfly from the air. I take it from the region of my head and I press it down against my desk, and there, with my own hand, I kill it. It’s not that I want to kill it, but it’s the only way I can get something that is so three-dimensional onto the flat page. Just to make sure the job is done I stick it into place with a pin. Imagine running over a butterfly with an SUV. Everything that was beautiful about this living thing – all the colour, the light and movement – is gone. What I’m left with is the dry husk of my friend, the broken body chipped, dismantled, and poorly reassembled. Dead. That’s my book." —Ann Patchett, on writing books
A excerpt from a poem I’ve been ruminating on recently,
Kindness, by Naomi Shihab Nie
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness.
And, finally, we released the freshman episode of our new podcast, The Good Enough Podcast, yesterday. If you’re interested in listening or subscribing, you can do so here.
This is just the intro episode, but we will have episodes on Pinterest Perfect Homes, Diet Culture, Self-Care, Meditation, Dating, and so, so much more. Guests like Lauren Chandler, Brietta Paladin, Becky Wilson, Jasmine Holmes, Kelsey Hencey, and so many more are joining us each week to talk through trends in the church and in culture, and how to think through them in a way that honors God and others. I hope you’ll join us!