I referenced the sermon What Love Can Do earlier this week in a post. Besides being a sermon from CPC Oveido, which is in my podcast feed, the title caught my eye because it reminded me of a book by the same name.
What Love Can Do the book was brought to publication by a great deal of effort by my aunt Gayle Nolan. She taught college for many years in New Orleans, and the manuscript was brought to her by one of her students. It had been written by her father, Arthur Miller, during the 15 minute breaks he had at work at the Cabildo. Aunt Gayle had a copy of the original manuscript, which was providential — the original hand-written memoir was lost when Hurricane Katrina flooded Arthur Mitchell’s home in the lower ninth ward. This book is a collection of stories passed down through his family, from capture by slavers in Africa, through years on a plantation in Louisiana, and then after emancipation.
We share our stories — to understand one another and to be understood. This book is worth reading, to get a glimpse of what love really can do.
Years ago I remember Pastor Randy saying something along the lines of “buying a book is like buying myself time/permission to read it.”
That is true for me. . . Except sometimes buying the book is symbolic of wanting the permission/promise to read it, and the reality doesn’t always follow.
And, maybe you’ll laugh at this, but I’ve had a crisis of getting older this year. I realized the obvious, but it was a gut-wrenching realization. I don’t have enough time or years left to read what I really want to read, to read all the good books.
I don’t have the same emotional reaction to the infinite info on the internet. People already “curate” content online. I don’t have a problem with more “good” stuff online than I can get to.
But I do struggle with knowing I can’t read all the good books I want to read.
Thanks to the usual postal delays we have living overseas, I’m not the first to have Katy Bowman’s new book … but I didn’t have to wait long!
My womb has held in firm embrace six children, from zygote to full term. My body has marathoned through the intense forces of childbirth. My babies have been nourished at my breasts. My body has served me well.
It’s time to use the movement and forces of daily life to better support my body.