The introduction sets readers up for hero's journey with many side-plots, all of which trace the same unifying narrative arc of redemption. Covington is handing the Christian church treasure buried in the field beneath our feet, unearthed from a lifetime of honest grapplings as a musician and a faithful reader of even the gritty parts of the Old Testament. One or two reviewers may call the book repetitive; I found it to illustrate a principle Felix Mendelssohn put to words: "The essence of the beautiful is unity in variety." One of the plot threads follows the memoir of a musician-husband, together with his singing bride, and what kind of marriage they created when the Bible "discipled" not only their taste in music but also their perception of one another. Another thread takes us through the dramatic reversal of perspective that happened mid-graduate school when, in Covington's words, "Instead the Bible probed me, changed me, and changed my questions. We do not master songwriting or beauty or aesthetics; the Beautiful One masters us. And it's a bigger job than we thought. Thus began the fuel-injected, turbocharged academic-devotional ride of a lifetime" (21). Chapters 4 and 5 are my favorites in which Covington writes what the Hebrew word translated "BEHOLD" really ought to mean. The "glory Triad" also blew my mind, and since reading chapter 5 I see glory triads everywhere, in a way that really has transformed my work as an artist, a lover of nature, and a worshipper of the Triune God. Covington has treasured up a lifetime engaging with these topics and the result is a gourmet meal you can't possibly digest in one sitting. Give yourself time to savor each bite. It is accessible, funny, and jaw-dropping in its implications. It launched me into a freedom to discern and enjoy good art, fine wine, and enter marriage in a Christian culture that often shrugs its shoulders at the role that artistic or aesthetic tastes play in the journey of following Jesus.