"Faith is a container that holds a match: a puzzle, a flame, a fight."
How do we make sense of God through human relationship? How do the layers of experience and theology interleave? How do the persons of the Trinity appear in the formative altars of our lives?
With vivid imagery and a compelling lyric voice, Triptych grapples with the complications of the faith of incarnation and how their dimensions shift as we grow. Probing the implications of trinity, the memoir unfolds in three sections. "Fathers" wrestles through faith in childhood, trying to make sense of the lines of love and duty and how fathers represent a Father God. "Sons" chronicles blistered experiences of young adulthood: trying to find love and cope with sexuality when being faithful means a flame burns both human and divine. "Holy Ghosts" continues the stitching and colliding of human and divine relationships by confronting marriage and the Spirit as intimate, intervening, and intrusive.
This is an awkward review to write since I know the author. No pressure. It's especially awkward since it's a rather personal memoir. The writing is incredibly poetic and lyrical, gorgeous to the point that it takes a little bit to get into. The imagery is sharp and vivid, with crystal clear descriptions. While the imagery is perfect, the actual explanation of what's happening is often vague, forcing the reader to connect the dots and hope they understand what's happening. There's a balance in memoir—you don't want it to be too voyeuristic, but you want to know what's happening. This felt too slanted to the vague, though I also tend to want more direct writing.