One of the many beauties of home education is the time to read, and to share great books. When I bought John Eldredge’s Beautiful Outlaw for my son Benjamin, I wasn’t worried about his not reading it. Even if he didn’t read it, someone at our house would. This I knew from experience.
Not only did Benjamin read the book, and quote from it often, he urged me to read it. I don’t think I’m unique in liking to pick my own books, and being somewhat resistant when people insist I read something. But since Benjamin is not the insistent sort, and because I know John Eldredge can be trusted, I picked up the book.
I would breeze through it, job done. Wrong. I savored this book–reading a bit and smiling and stopping to consider. As I neared the book’s end, I slowed down. I didn’t want this journey with John Eldredge and Jesus to end.
What a privilege to, if you will, have a conversation with a free thinker. A radically Christian radical.
When a book speaks to an 18-year-old young man as well as to his mother, there’s something going on. When I love a book, yet can’t quite bring myself to part with it, there’s something going on. And when a book changes and clarifies my thinking in a way that electrifies my joy in Christ, well, I just have to rave.