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“The Holy Scriptures are story-shaped. Reality is story-shaped. The world is story-shaped. Our lives are story-shaped. 'I had always,' wrote G.K. Chesterton in accounting for his Christian belief, 'felt life first as a story, and if there is a story, there is a story-teller.' We enter this story, following the story-making, storytelling Jesus, and spend the rest of our lives exploring the amazing and exquisite details, the words and sentences that go into the making of the story of our creation, salvation, and life of blessing. It is a story chock full of invisibles and intricate with connections. Imagination is required.”

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Eat This Book: A Conversation in the Art of Spiritual Reading

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Eugene H. Peterson
Eugene H. Peterson

Eugene H. Peterson is a renowned author known for his concise and profound writing style. Born on November 6, 1932, his works have had a significant impact on the literary and religious culture. more

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