One of the blessings of having four Gospels instead of one is that each Evangelist gives us a unique perspective on the same story. Where Mark is brief, Luke uses more ink. Where Matthew, Mark, and Luke follow a similar outline of narrative events, John blazes his own path, incorporating longer dialogues and speeches. Each writer enriches and expands the story in his own way.
What Bo Giertz has done in With My Own Eyes is offer us another perspective. Not another Gospel, of course, nor merely a harmonization of the four we have, but a retelling of the story of Jesus through the eyes of a disciple, a bystander, or sick person being healed. Giertz whisks us away from our 21st century homes and offices to plant our feet on 1st century Israelite soil. We see what those first disciples saw, smell what they smelled, hear the rumors they heard. We get inside their heads, rehearse their traditions, feel their fears. He has a way of lending so much color and depth to the narrative that we are swept into it. He opens up the Gospel story in a way that I've never seen done before.
Bror Erickson, in translating this book, has given to the church a treasure of immense worth. Giertz continues to be a voice we need to hear in the church today. And, thanks to this book, we will.