I finished reading The Road by Cormac McCarthy. I had added this book because (again) I had seen it on several book lists and then Oprah choose it for her book club. I look forward to seeing the author on her show on June 5. The book was upsetting. I started it one night and couldn't put it down. I knew it would invade my dreams and it was too creepy for that. I decided that I did want to finish it so I picked it up again.
The story of a father taking his young son south on a dangerous road hoping that they would find some warmth there. The road is simply a highway that still exists (in part) and they have a semblance of a map. For me, the story opened all kind of questions. I was reading it on a weekend and I thought of it all through worship. Would God allow the world to end but not end? What would be my response as His follower? Could I still love that God? We even sang "How Deep The Father's Love For Us" that Sunday - which made me ask, "Is His love deep enough that His followers wouldn't have to suffer like in the book?" How far would I go to protect my children? My self? Would life be worth living?
Scary, huh? Yall all want to read it now, right? We never know why the world ended. We see the boy alive at the end - that's all. Sad and scary.
They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes?
When the time comes there will be no more time. Now it the time.
Curse God and die. What if it doesnt fire? It has to fire.
What if it doesnt fire? Could you crash that beloved skull with at
rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing?
Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is
quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.
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