Gilead

I started reading this on zoomtard‘s (with all the Karl Barth I can see why he liked it. Really you should keep the Zoommatics thing going. Otherwise I’ll have to read Barth myself and that’s just not on)  and Transfarmer‘s recommendation.

[That in itself is worth discussion – very few things in my life I have discovered on my own. Simy introduced me to almost every cool thing I ever got involved in, Da introduced me to sarcasm and writing (and so much more), Liz to Anne of green Gables… Not so much Liz. (You introduced me to much more than that I just thought I’d take the piss while I could.)

I listen to Pedro the lion because someone I knew listened to it, Skeeno introduces me virtually all my new music, Spuddy pulls his weight in that department too, Phil has bought me more books than hot dinners. I know these people because of people.

I enjoy what I enjoy not because I discovered it in a vacuum but because other people did before me. These things I enjoy have had quite remarkable influences on my life (fight club changed my life I tell you) and I let them because these other people introduced them to me.

Books are dangerous things. You open a book or listen to a song and a few years later you’re not the same.

I’ll stop there.]

Back to Gilead. A letter (a really long book length letter) written by an elderly dying preacher to his still young son. So that the son will know the father as he gets older.

It is nearly a year since Dad died. And this is what I think about. Gilead. The thoughts of a dying man. And I miss him.

To quote:

There have been so many fine days this summer that I’ve begun to hear talk of a drought. Whatever is coming I’d be sorry to miss it…

Dad died with a coming financial crisis that at least gave him an ironic laugh. Before swine flu, before Obama, before Spotify, before Transfarmer, before sitting here in a pub in Ballyconnell with me wishing i could give him a ring and laugh about it all.

Worth an extra non-dad related quote

He could knock me down the stairs and I’d have worked out the theology for forgiving him before  I reached the bottom. But if he harmed you in the slightest way, I’m afraid theology would fail me.

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3 Responses to “Gilead”


  1. 1 Steven McQuitty September 23, 2009 at 4:09 pm

    Dear Nelly

    I saw this and thought of you…

    http://www.cbc.ca/tapestry/archives/2009/080909.html

    I am glad you are enjoying Gilead, it is a great book. One of the few books that have (nearly) made me cry…

    Hope to see you soon.

    Yours

    Steven

    PS I have gone over to “Rome”, well nearly, the Church of Ireland to be precise. Talk soon.

  2. 2 Nelly And I September 25, 2009 at 3:06 pm

    Cheers for the link steven! quite my thing.

    must give you a ring and get a pint and catch up

    andy


  1. 1 On Resurrecting Zoomatics – Zoommatics Trackback on September 30, 2009 at 5:46 pm

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