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While I Was Gone is not a religious book, but it's one of the most Christian books I've read. We all have something in our past. Something we keep secret. We'll never tell anyone. We did something awful, or something awful happened to us. We can't tell, because it doesn't match our carefully crafted image. Worse, they’d never understand. They wouldn't accept us.
Sue Miller taps into this. She doesn't connect the dots, but I can't help but see Jesus. We can tell God. Because of the cross, God will accept us. God will forgive us. God will free us. How good does that feel?
Notes:
(1) “It was only as I began to startle and disappoint others that I was aware of myself at all—that I came to understand, slowly, that I wasn’t who I had pretended to be. (50)
(2). Made my throat cotton...” (70)
(3) “Loss brings pain. Yes. But pain triggers a memory. And memory is a kind of new birth, within each of us.“ (110)
(4) Miller really makes you work for the pay off
(5) Personal note: when we do something awful, unspeakable, we want someone to understand. In our hearts, we know they won’t. MIller brings this out (211)
(6) “It seems we need someone to know us as we are—with all that we have done— and forgive us. We need to chill. We need to be holding someone site: no this about me, and yet love me, please.” (261). Personal note: can I call it, or what?
Sue Miller taps into this. She doesn't connect the dots, but I can't help but see Jesus. We can tell God. Because of the cross, God will accept us. God will forgive us. God will free us. How good does that feel?
Notes:
(1) “It was only as I began to startle and disappoint others that I was aware of myself at all—that I came to understand, slowly, that I wasn’t who I had pretended to be. (50)
(2). Made my throat cotton...” (70)
(3) “Loss brings pain. Yes. But pain triggers a memory. And memory is a kind of new birth, within each of us.“ (110)
(4) Miller really makes you work for the pay off
(5) Personal note: when we do something awful, unspeakable, we want someone to understand. In our hearts, we know they won’t. MIller brings this out (211)
(6) “It seems we need someone to know us as we are—with all that we have done— and forgive us. We need to chill. We need to be holding someone site: no this about me, and yet love me, please.” (261). Personal note: can I call it, or what?