Great Pacific Volume 2: Nation Building, by Joe Harris and Martin Morazzo

In Great Pacific Volume 1: Trashed, we met Chas Worthington, son of an oil billionaire, who sets out to establish a new nation on a garbage heap in the Pacific Ocean.  Great Pacific Volume 2: Nation Building, the story picks up months later, with a bustling community of settlers, making a new life and forming a new community in New Texas.  Volume 2 is a worthy continuation of the story, but it loses some of the originality and power of the first volume.

We have this community, with homes and business, but Harris and Morazzo left me with too many questions.  Where did the people come from?  What about the materials, infrastructure, utilities, and civic services?  That all seems to be present, but under what sort of organization?  There must be an active trade with the mainland, but what is that like?  What about transportation to and from?  Some of the answers are hinted at in the story and illustrations, but when your story is all about building a new community, I'd like to have seen more development.

The larger story concerns Chas's quest to build up New Texas and to gain acceptance and recognition as a nation among nations.  He talks of the law of the sea, but doesn't go into much depth exploring that.  He flirts with an alliance with a brutal African regime, risking a loss in status by associating with the hated nation.  He has his own scientists working on a project, apparently attempting to anchor New Texas to the sea floor.  And there's a mysterious Captain Nemo-like villain, who came from who knows where, working to thwart Chas's plans.

This is all part of an ongoing story, and I know Harris and Morazzo will tie up some of these loose ends in future installments, but I was left scratching my head and wondering where this is all going.  Chas seemed to start out in Volume 1 with purpose and direction.  In Volume 2, his purpose and direction were all over the place.  The same could be said of the story.

Sabbath as Resistance: Saying No to the Culture of Now, by Walter Brueggeman

Walter Brueggeman, surely the most well-known and well-respected scholars of the Old Testament, has been reading the prophets for decades, and occasionally takes that role on himself.  In his new book Sabbath as Resistance: Saying No to the Culture of Now, Brueggeman examines the fourth commandment in light of the first and tenth, bringing worship and economic life into perspective.

Coming out of the slavery of Egypt, God reminded the Israelites, in the first commandment, that "the God of the exodus is unlike all the gods the slaves have known before."  Unlike the "insatiable gods of imperial productivity," God is committed to relationship rather than commodity (brick making).  Unlike the Egyptians, who demanded bricks without straw and gave no rest, God established the Sabbath rest.  Brueggeman writes, "our motors are set to run at brick-making speed.  To cease, even for a time, the anxious striving for more bricks is to find ourselves with a 'light burden' and an 'easy yoke.'"

At the other end of the decalogue, the commandment no to covet parallels the first commandment's rejection of commodification.  "Sabbath is the practical ground for breaking the power of acquisitiveness and for creating a public will for an accent on restraint.  Sabbath is the cessation of widely shared practices of acquisitiveness." This is the crux of Brueggeman's argument: in our culture of acquisitiveness, Sabbath presents "an occasion for reimagining all of social life away from coercion and competition to compassionate solidarity."

Some readers may find Brueggeman's reading of the Sabbath as a break from acquisitiveness rather limiting.  But in a culture that rarely, if ever, steps aside from consumerism and labor, Sabbath as Resistance provides a welcome reminder to "rest in God's own restfulness."



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Knowing Jesse, by Marianne Leone

When Marianne Leone and her husband Chris Cooper had their first child, they could not have imagined what the next years of their lives would be like.  Jesse, born 10 weeks early, had cerebral palsy and epilepsy.  He would have very limited ability to speak.  Yet his life was an inspiration to them and many others.  Ms. Leone's memoir is an inspiration to me and other parents of children with special needs.

Leone writes in way that connects the reader to her family.  As she told her family's story, I saw many parallels to my family, and loved the way she put into words what families of children with disabilities experience.  Besides his severe physical limitations, Jesse was, for the most part, nonverbal.  Yet, as any parent of a nonverbal child can tell you, that does not mean he could not communicate.  Leone writes, "Having a nonverbal child means learning to really look and listen.  The rewards of nonverbal communication are as deep and subtle as the song of a whale, as complex and yearning as the trumpet of Miles Davis."

Having a nonverbal child is challenge at home, but turns into a huge obstacle at school.  Many educators don't know what to do with a child who can't speak, often assuming low intellectual ability.  Leone recognized that "even though the light of intelligence burned through Jesse's entire being, a nonverbal child has to prove that he's not an 'idiot' to the world again and again and again."  Early on, she decided that "our son was brilliant and we would raise him that way."

He would eventually prove her right, but she went through many battles with the educational system along the way.  She turned into a forceful advocate for full inclusion, that is, allowing Jesse to participate in school with typical kids in a mainstream classroom.  He ended up thriving, making good friends, and made excellent grades.  As our family has been through a similar fight, including hiring a lawyer to bring pressure to the school district, I was cheering for Leone all the way.  Her efforts not only enhanced Jesse's educational experience, but paved the way for other children to receive similar treatment.

Leone's passion as a parent, as an advocate for her son, and as a hero for her family make Knowing Jesse an inspiring, emotional read.  She and her husband are familiar to movie-goers and TV viewers, but there is no Hollywood facade in this memoir.  They are parents, whose love for their beautiful son is deep, whose hearts for his thriving is inspirational, and whose grace and hope in light of their grief is admirable.  This is a wonderful story, wonderfully told.

(By the way, she reads the audiobook, adding a personal, dramatic dimension to an already terrific book.)

Bad Dads of the Bible, by Roland Warren

Most Christians think of the Bible as, among other things, a guidebook for life.  But Roland Warren, in his book Bad Dads of the Bible: 8 Mistakes Every Good Dad Can Avoid, takes a different tack.  I like his approach.  First of all, he's an entertaining writer.  I can see why he has had success as a public speaker in his role as, among other things, President of the National Fatherhood Initiative.  Second, here are eight examples of biblical figures whose actions and lifestyles had some not-so-holy moments from which we can learn.  We can certainly emulate our biblical heroes, but reminders that they were human, too, can encourage us in our own humanity.

Looking at episodes in the lives of David, Jacob, Laban, Saul, Abraham, Eli, Manoah, and Lot, Warren points out specific traits and actions that each of them failed at as fathers, giving us the blueprint not to make the same mistakes.  He concludes with "6 things a dad must do to be a good father" in the final chapter.

While reading, I was constantly reminded of the blessing I have of a great father, and of the many ways I can improve my father role as I raise my three kids.  Each chapter has some contemporary examples in addition to the biblical fathers.  In one chapter, Warren described the fall of the Madoff family's scandalous Wall Street fall.  In the wake of all of that, Madoff's son Mark couldn't get a job anywhere; the Madoff name had lost credibility and respect.  When I was growing up, when I gave my name and the person I met connected me to my dad, it never failed to bring smiles of recognition and kind words of respect and honor for my father.  Warren writes, "one of the most important gifts that a father can give his children is not wealth but rather a life example that is worthy to be honored."  My father gave me that gift many times over.

Besides being a man of honor, dads should honor their children as well.  God modeled this for us in his affirmation of Jesus at his baptism.  God affirmed who Jesus was at the start of his ministry.  In a similar way, I can affirm to my children that are loved, affirmed, strong, smart, able, holy, and a child of God.  This is one way that we help fill the "dad-shaped hole" children have; if dads don't fill it with good daddy love and affirmation, Satan will surely find some alternatives.  (Yes, he's borrowing from and altering C.S. Lewis here.)

Warren points out that dads can constantly make deposits into their children's "emotional bank accounts," by building them up, spending time with them, and loving them.  There will be times when dads need to make a withdrawal.  Warren writes clearly and encouragingly.  Any father with children of any age can get some good ideas and encouragement from Bad Dads of the Bible.  I know I need it.

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Just Jesus: My Struggle to Become Human, by Walter Wink

Walter Wink.  One of those authors I frequently saw referenced, whose titles always were somewhere down my list of books to read, but who I never got around to reading.  My loss.  I finally picked him up, in his swan song.  I think he is best know for his Powers books, as well as for his nonviolent activism.  Just Jesus: My Struggle to Become Human, gives glimpses into his life and writings that promise treasures to be found by readers of his work.

The bite-sized chapters in Just Jesus run the gamut from autobiography to biblical criticism and political activism.  To the extent that they captured his personality and intellect, they leave me with the impression of a man at whose feet I would have loved to have sat.  Clearly, given his popularity on the lecture circuit and in the academy, many would agree.

Reflecting on his career, he writes, "I have been paid to do what I most like to do: interpreting Scripture."  It started when his mother "punished" him by making him read the Bible.  "Here is the most important book in the world, I thought, and yet it doesn't make any sense."  Not only did he find it made sense, but he was gifted in showing the Bible's sense to many others.  In these writings I sensed a deep respect for the Bible and a strong desire to read it in light of current events.

Wink's commitment to the Bible may stand in contrast, for more conservative readers, to some of his other views.  His work in "active nonviolence," his dabbling in Buddhism, his approval of homosexuality as a lifestyle choice, among other things, might convince conservatives that he is hopelessly liberal.  But he resisted the liberalizing of the church in the mid- to late-twentieth century.  He went to Union Seminary, where he said he "caught the fading glimmer of [its] greatness" as it became more and more liberal.  He laments that "the community of accountability among biblical scholars had ceased to be the church and had become the academic guild of professional scholars."  More and more he saw the "impotence of the detached, objective approach to Scripture for dealing with the real issues of life."

Wink's writing is engaging and thought-provoking.  While the short essays in Just Jesus do their fair share of wandering, they ultimately do point to Jesus as "the human representation of the human being," who can "open people's lives to the living presence of God."  Wink is hard for me to pin down.  But I think that's just what he would want me to say.

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What We've Lost is Nothing, by Rachel Louise Snyder

When an otherwise quite Chicago suburb is thrown into turmoil due to a mass burglary in one of the town's cul-de-sacs, human dramas unfold.  In her strong debut novel, What We've Lost is Nothing, Rachel Louise Snyder examines issues of urbanism, race, integration, poverty, relocation, and more, as she follows several families in the wake of the break-ins.

Snyder is not writing a mystery novel.  While crimes have been committed and suspicions are raised, the point of the book is not to reveal evidence, eliminate suspects, and expose the culprit.  Snyder's point is rather to expose the character and values of the families and their neighbors.  Michael McPherson spoke for many when he said in an interview, "What we've lost is nothing compared to what we in this neighborhood, on this street, will always have." Yet they still struggle with the loss of the sense of security they have in their homes, and, more importantly, the fracturing of community.

I like the way Snyder addresses the issues of community with the story.  In particular, the burglaries challenge the feelings of racial integration in which their city prides itself.  Do the mostly white victims really want to live in an integrated community?  Or only a community in which the black people are more like them?  And what does the assumption that the perpetrators came from the nearby poor, black neighborhood say about their presumptions about race?

I liked What We've Lost is Nothing, but felt like it was a little unbalanced.  The first part of the book explored the reactions of each family, putting together the puzzle of the crime piece by piece.  But the latter part focused on one family in particular, and, in a rather jolting way, adds crisis on top of crisis, so that the story becomes not the after effects of the burglaries, but a larger story of the consequences of our actions.  "The smallest decision, the smallest step to the left, or to the right, the smallest remembrance, the smallest moment, in anyone's life can upend so much more."  An enjoyable, thoughtful, intimate book.

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Proof of Heaven, by Eben Alexander

When neurosurgeon Eben Alexander heard stories from his patients about their near death experiences (NDEs), he nodded and dismissed the stories as the product of imagination.  But when he contracted a rare case of e. coli meningitis and spent 7 days in a coma, he had a NDE of his own.  Miraculously, he survived the illness and lived to tell about his experiences of heaven.

In Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife, Dr. Alexander recounts with a clinical eye the symptoms and effects of his illness, describes what was happening neurologically in his brain, and tells the story of what he experienced beyond his body.  Given his academic credentials, his story has credence that other NDE accounts may lack.  But even his Ivy League pedigree can't get past the inadequacy of his title: proof of heaven.  There is no proof here.  He gives a scientific justification for a belief in life and consciousness separate from the physical body.  But his experience of what he took to be heaven is, by definition, impossible to prove.

The two lessons that his book boils down to is that we are loved by God, and that there is more to the world than the material realm.  He was a nominal Episcopalian before this experience, but the NDE account doesn't seem to be guided by Christian theological presuppositions.  In fact, some might argue that his account does not mesh with the biblical witness.  (I found it odd that he frequently referred to God as Om.)

I absolutely believe in heaven.  I believe that many have had glimpses of heaven and lived to tell of them.  And I'm sure that Dr. Alexander's experience was genuine.  But proof?  I'm not so sure.  Proof of Heaven is a deeply personal book, heartfelt and passionate.  But despite his M.D. and experience as a neurosurgeon, it remains one personal account of an NDE among many.