I was not required to write a positive review. This book indeed is refreshing for those tired of simply explanations of the text devoid of brining it to bear on our present milieu. I had no idea, of course, when I started the book that While not every chapter in this collection of sermons captured me, the ones that did made this one of the most worthwhile things I've read in a while. It's rather lengthy since it contains numerous teachings from such a long ministry. Always and everywhere in Scripture our attention is brought back to the central fact: God is a person; God makes persons; God remakes persons.
The journal entries included in the rear of this tiny book are beautiful, written with grace and a keen eye for the wondrous, all encompassing beauty of nature. Rather, it is a collection of 49 sermons given by Peterson during his 29 years as a pastor in Maryland. Gerard Manley Hopkins was an English poet, Roman Catholic convert, and Jesuit priest, whose 20th-century fame established him posthumously among the leading Victorian poets. This is a book that I think was primarily written for pastors about preaching. Hopkins was gay and never tackled this except through attempts to come closer to God and through his emotional outpouring of beautiful, although often desolate, verse.
As I read slowly through this excellent book, I was again astonished by Peterson's clarity, insight and deep spirituality. It is easier and less demanding. If you're into poetry you may like this book, but for me it was hard to understand. In this regard, some lines from a recent Collection, The World Returning, by contemporary English poet Lawrence Sail are worth quoting: As when you gingerly open prayerful hands to see what you have caught, that has been tickling your palms with wings or feelers, and you find only the thought of something bright and precise, that must have somehow zig-zagged back to the sky, its image too soon blurred to an idea. Faithful and intelligent and reverent worship keeps us in touch with what is real. This is why I give the book only 3 stars: I acknowledge its artistic merit, simultaneously admitting my own lack of deep appreciation for Hopkins' work. Again, 'like' may be used as a prepositional adverb - as in the construction, 'You, like me, own a Toyota' meaning, ' similar in this respect'.
I found Jesus more challenging and foreboding and gentle and gracious as a result of these challenging sermons. Right off the get go I'll admit that this book wasn't quite what I expected, though that might not necessarily be a bad thing. This is a stunning record of one man s decision to discover not only how to be a pastor but how to be a human being. The author of As Kingfishers Catch Fire, Peterson, is a pastor - and you can tell in his writing. Unfortunately, it simply wasn't keeping my attention.
This was an interesting read for a pastor. Peterson between the years of 1962 and 1991. It s inscape is mixed of strength and grace, like an ash tree. As a sustained modern example of this, take the Dream Sonnets of John Berryman, himself a great admirer of Hopkins, All these deaths leave Henry pale and ill And unable to sail through an autumn world, and weak; A disadvantage of surviving. I shall post a short review after reading each one. This image includes an example of Hopkins's excited use of a technical term I think of Shakespeare's 'know a hawk from a handsaw'.
Again, you're reading the poems of a priest. With seven sermons each based on the writings of seven different Biblical authors from Moses to John , Peterson delves into the different messages these authors had for their audiences, and models how to translate them into contemporary culture. Better yet, though, read this poem before you do. These collected sermons from Eugene Peterson have just as much wisdom, wit, and heart as one would expect from the author of the Message Bible. They didn't start scratching until after he died, though. After about 40 of his greatest poetic hits and about 20 pages of diary entries , I have a new respect for Hopkins.
The l I am enjoying this book so much already that I decided to go ahead a write a few lines about it. And my lament Is cries countless, cries like dead. The glow will stay with me. This collection of sermons by pastor-poet Peterson has that sense of congruence. I didn't mind or maybe didn't even notice all of the Christian references when I was young. Praises and wonders and grievous doubts and pains, you get a sense in this little book of a man so attuned to communing with Nature and himself, a solitariness as profound as an unfound waterfall in an untrod country, relating so little to men and women, but living in a world full of his own perceiving, little light but that which he owns is cast for you to see deep into the deepest mystery. The more of God, the less of the human.
Through the poems I could barely understand a word that he was saying and on his journal entries it was less painful but still didn't catch my eye. I hope the parishioners he served over the years will find it so. Live and digest this salvation life! The first is not so much upbeat as optimistic. His love for God as well. Of course 'like' may be used as a prepositional adverb - as in the construction, 'You, like me, own a Toyota' meaning, ' similar in this respect'. As Kingfishers Catch Fire offers a collection of these teachings to anyone longing for a richer, truer spirituality.