I recently read Marilynne Robinson’s book “Gilead” (Picador, ISBN 031242440X) I have to confess I started it three times before I was finally able to get past about page 17. And that was the paradox: I was trying to read it way too fast, when the language required a slow and steady pace, with plenty of time to reflect on the words and images. Once I slowed down, I was able to really read the book and glean much more from it than I might otherwise.
John Ames is a preacher in Kansas, advanced in age, writing a serious of reflections to his young son. His father was a preacher too, and things religious hover around most of the stories in the book. Ames lived in a time when there wasn’t much, and that in and of itself is important for a reader now. The book is for those who can at least appreciate a slower pace of life, even if they have not yet attained it.
John Ames has lived a life attuned to the sacramental presence in all things. In no way a superficial naturalism, Ames' theology sees depth where others see only objects. Casseroles are augurs of communion. Napping is an appropriate prelude to prayer. There is a sacred mystery present in sorrow. Dancing in a sprinkler is as miraculous as the waters of baptism. Ames is so keenly aware of the life around him, and it’s critical import, that Feuerbach the Theologian and Soapy the Cat exists side by side in his estimation, and enjoy the same admiration.
There is a wealth of preach-able material here. And there is a wealth of wisdom for anyone looking to sense the greater part of living. Those who multi-task should walk on by. The meaning of the book will be lost on you if you read while doing anything else. Best to find a rocker on an ivy-clad porch, read a few pages and take a nap. Read a few more in a few days, and over the course of time let an attitude of appreciation for all things take root.
