Part of my regular job as an editor for the Chalcedon Foundation is to review books; and I review a lot of them. There’s always a danger that I might get blase about it.
I didn’t expect much from R.C. Sproul Jr.’s The Call to Wonder. I’ve learned a lot from listening to his father, R.C. Sr., on the radio, but I didn’t know much about the son and I hadn’t heard anything about his book.
Now, I’m not quite finished reading it yet, but I think I can safely say, You gotta get this book and read it!
Look, I’m a tough old buzzard with a beard, I study swordsmanship and play basketball… and this little book has several times moved me to tears! I don’t mean those wimpy sissy tears that feminists want men to cry every time they see a flower. No–I mean tears of joy. The joy of realizing that God really is my father in heaven.
If I were a preacher or a missionary, and there were only one single lesson I could teach, it would be this: God is a person. Literally. That’s why He made us persons.
This little book by R.C. Sproul Jr. teaches that lesson better than I ever could, and a lot more besides. If you’re the dancing type, it’ll make you want to dance. You’ll throw your hat up into the air. It’s beautiful, it goes straight to your heart, and you’ll thank me for letting you know about it.
It’s available via amazon.com in both paperback and kindle format.