Mostly good
Still approved for church library, but two problems.
Problem one: page 14:
“To love and to be loved —what could be more important? I believe that the key to learning and choosing love is tapping into DIVINE LOVE. This is NOT intended to be a religious book.”
We’re not stupid.
People who aren’t religious won’t pick the book up.
People who ARE religious will cringe at your woo-woo spirituality. Does ~the Cosmos~ love? No. Only a personal God does that.
So playing both teams just makes you look stupid.
Problem two: race.
We’re coasting along nicely, then suddenly he’s like: “Remember SLAVERY!?! Remember how white people ENSLAVED black ones? Not me, though, I’m not like other whites! I’m a GOOD white!”
Shut up, man.
Black people should be able to read a simple book without being blindsided by Slavery.
Not cool, dude. Not cool.
Page 197:
Six weeks ago, I made my own journey to Africa. Not Uganda, but the West African country of Benin. I was in the coastal city of Cotonou, sitting in a third-floor room of a small hotel. For the moment, there was no water. The official word from downstairs was, "We have ordered the part. It will be in tomorrow."
I was feeling somewhat frustrated until I turned my thoughts to God. I was reminded almost immediately that if I was feeling helpless and that my life was out of control, perhaps I should reflect upon the hundreds of thousands of black men and women who sailed from these very shores…
Page 198:
…against their will to work on the plantations owned by my ancestors. I wrote the following words in my journal:
"As I sit here in West Africa and realize the atrocity of slavery and how the Christian church in England and America bought into that unholy practice, my heart is saddened. I wonder that the blacks of our generation could ever hear the love of God through white vessels. Only God Himself can help any of us look beyond the rubbish and see the Redeemer." In every generation, there are those who claim to be “lovers of God," whose behavior belies their profession. They are those who pollute the river of God's love. But every generation also has its John Wesleys, William Wilberforces, Harriet Beecher Stowes, and thousands of others whose names never made the history books. These have been the voices calling out of the darkness to say human exploitation is wrong, whatever the motive. Christ came to save, never to exploit. "How can you say that you love God whom you have not seen when you do not love your brother whom you have seen?" Jesus made a distinction which has been true throughout human history. There is a difference between profession and posses-sion. Talking the talk is not the same as walking the walk.
Sitting in that third-floor hotel room, I was reminded not only of the atrocities of the past but of the thousands of true followers of Jesus who had come to these same shores of West Africa simply to love. If one were to traverse this huge continent, he would encounter literally thousands of hospitals, clinics, colleges and universities, medical schools, and social service projects started by missionaries who loved God more than an easy life.
West Africa is not called "the graveyard of missionaries" without cause. Among the small group of missionaries with whom I met, one had lost his wife when she was thirty-two.
Page 199:
Almost all had experienced malaria one or more times. Four had been held at gunpoint, gagged, and robbed. Many lived in extremely remote villages inaccessible during the rainy sea-son. But all had a passion for God and a love that could not be stopped by opposition.
Page 206:
Later Clarence would say, "As excited as I was to have become a Christian, it bothered me that a white man led me to Christ. Later, I realized that to him race didn't matter, and that it shouldn't matter to me. All that mattered was that Christ was now in my life!"
In conclusion!
A mostly good book.
He tries to play for both the Spiritual and the Christian sides, which is awkward.
Then he randomly slaps every African American reader with SLAVERY out of nowhere.