Books That Make Us Weep

I began reading Gilead today by Marilynne Robinson. What a beautiful book. I was actually listening to the audio book, and when the narrator came on, and began reading Robinson's sweet, simple words, I found myself wanting to cry, out of some vague feeling of spiritual love that rose up in me. This coming from a guy that has skipped church for the past month.

I find myself creating excuses to go for a drive, just so I can listen to the book. It kindles in me a desire to be a minister, an unrealistic prospect at the moment, but still something which I can hope for. And until then, I find in me the need to help people in some way, every day. After listening to the book for two days, I subscribed to all of the PC(USA)'s RSS feeds, and this Sunday, I think I will, yes, begin going to church again.