I finally got my copy of The God of the Mundane in the mail on Friday. Theoretically I should be done
reading its 73 pages by now – but I’m not. There’s too much to it. To read this
tiny book quickly would be to miss the point.
I remember a time in my life when I would read at least
three books a week, and we’re talking 200-300 page puppies. Then came the first
short little book that took my life wrapped it around a tree and sent it in
another direction, Henry Scougal’s The
Life of God in the Soul of Man.

My dad and I have a saying about good books, that their
introductions are usually worth the price of the book - that's the case here.
Here’s a snippet,
“So many pastors today, famous and otherwise, are asking young people and everyone else if they are willing to give it all and go overseas as a missionary. It’s not a bad question to ask. There is no question in my mind that this question needs to be out there. But they – or someone – also needs to ask, ‘Are you willing to be numbered among the nameless believers in history who lived in obscurity? Do you have the courage to be forgotten by everyone but God and the heavenly host? Are you willing to be found only by God as faithful right where you are? Are you willing to have no one write a book about you and what you did in the name of Christ? Are you willing to live and believe – in stark contrast to the world around you – there is a God of the Mundane?’”
Rich Mullins is playing the background; I made cookie dough
tonight; and there is a God of this mundane moment where I’m just another
broken hearted kid aiming at loving that God of the mundane and extraordinary with
all this little heart can bare. So I’ll go read Lord of the Rings and pray for
my future family because God is here.
2 comments:
Good review. Matt is an old friend and I'm happy to see this book doing so well.
I will have to read this book. While in Kenya, I felt that I could stay there forever doing mission work. Go easy on the cookie dough, life will get better!
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