True resurrection,

by H.A. Williams

In True Resurrection, H.A. Williams records for us his experience of the ultimate Christian Truimph: the divine transformation of despair into glory, of bankruptcy into limitless riches, of true wilderness into true resurrection.

Theology for Williams is not an academic study but a process of self-discovery. True Resurrection confirms irrevocably that Williams is a man who can show us today, beset as we are by the modern spiritual epidemic diseases of valuelessness and emptiness in feeling, a road back toward love, values, and, in the end, spiritual victory.

Genres: Theology, Christianity

182 pages, Hardcover

First published January 1, 1972

Reviews

[Marcus Goncalves · Rating 5 out of 5]

Reading this book was challenging. I began eager for insight and finished feeling mentally exhausted. It helped me recognize flaws or gaps in my thinking and left me troubled by my Christianity, feeling it should be more—and I should be more. The author provided thought-provoking ideas that I hope will help me grow. I’m grateful to have read it.

[Ade Bailey · Rating 4 out of 5]

Third time of reading. Sermonic, if there is such a word. Written by a priest and theologian. But as in the manner of Tillich, I do believe many of the insights into human existence would appeal to the nonreligious too. The suffering at the heart of the human condition identified here is that related to the well identified 'loss of values', meaninglessness, existential anguish etc etc so beloved of 20th century cultural commentators, the loss of spirit, the aridity of the bourgeois, distractions eating away at 'authenic' life, the central concern of melding with destiny and, of course, the ongoing moments of 'true resurrection' when the spirit comes to live in a broadly defined creativity. Tinged with references to poetry, psychoanalysis (even Laing gets a footnote) of this artistic period that spills over into 'postmodernism' so perhaps too familiar, too distanced to a period when such avuncular commentaries shared a certain portentous style, and too ignorant to discuss its politics, because (wrongly) assuming its objectivity: the book is good, but a contribution from a particular time and interest, from a parochial parabling, and certainly from a somewhat privileged background regarding the drawing of the parameters of suffering.