I don't star my reviews, but I deeply appreciated the chance to engage with Esau McCaulley's story in How Far to the Promised Land.
And listening to it, slowly, not rushing over the pages with my eyes, was such a gift. For the past months, I’ve been soaking in memoir: Daniel Nayeri’s, Beth Moore’s, my own, and now this one, making materials, events. So I was waiting, listening, to know, how will he shape this? I knew almost nothing of his life, except for from your Reading While Black and a few talks. I found moments of fellow feeling (my husband feels about hiking as he does 😊) and a real shared sense of what it means to have a Christian calling just a little off brand from that you grew up in. I felt close to the author in tension before he chose in the French fry moment (wait for it) and in the tension before he said the words “I’m a Christian.” We hope so hard we’ll live out our faith, and the key moments come when we’re not always ready for them. I related to those moments—and the mercy of God—very hard.
I found most meaningful, however, the way EM's story worked through the difficulty of having so many scripts given (his metaphor, “script,” which I found so helpful!), and went back and forth between following a script and hoping it’d work, and needing to go off script, to make new/different meanings. So many scripts and story shapes press on us: do we follow them? How do we navigate audiences that expect certain things from us according to script, that worry about us if we don’t? Economic scripts, racial scripts, the required “I love you” script, the romance requirement scripts, the here’s-what-being-a-Christian-with-a-call script, the personal-responsibility script, the systemic forces script, etc.
And most admirable did I find his increasing sense of the complexity of people’s lives: gambling house and vicarage often are the same house—in all of us. What mercy God has to love us through that.
I'm grateful for this work.