The only reason I didn’t give five stars is because I thought the book wasn’t quite as comprehensive (about depravity)as it could have been. If I could, I’d give 4.5. I wanted more punch up to the universal. That said, the last chapters of this book are just wonderful. The book is about glory, both its source and essence, and the creaturely borrowed kind.
At this time in history, in this post-Christian country where dis-equity is becoming one of the most scorned realities of daily life, this book is unkept and frank and brave. These days, God’s people hate Biblical disequity as much as their pagan neighbors. Envy is nurtured in a prideful heart that doesn’t approve of God’s kingly freedom to bestow on whomever he chooses as much as he chooses. And it comes from a clamorous heart characterized by seeing and feeling and living scarcity. It whines and murmurs and reviles, saying, “I lack. I need. I want. I hate.”
Tilly Dillehay attempts to unpack all the ugly ways envy can play out in one’s heart. Each chapter deals with a particular subject of envy: someone else’s looks, brains, relationships, possessions, competency etc. She is very vulnerable about how the insidiousness of this sin has silently wreaked havoc in her life.
It’s so encouraging to me when I encounter a new female author with a. Writing competency, b. Comprehensive, Biblical Orthodoxy and c. Loveliness and true femininity. The last ingredient is the essential one that makes me actually respect and want to heed an intelligent female with something to say. This girl, Tilly Dillahey. She’s no joke.