Category: Francis Chan

Favorite Books of 2011

I had two sad little moments as I mentally went back through the year to tally up the best books I’d read to list on my last post of 2011. The first sad moment? I hadn’t read that many. Ouch. Just typing that makes me wince. I read lots of pages for research in 2011. Thousands of pages, actually. But that’s “work” reading, and this traditional year-end Best Books Of is always about the books I’ve read for pleasure. (Note to self: In 2012, find more time to read for fun.)

The second sad moment? I was hard to please this year. I am sure it was me and not my favorite writers who had issues. I am usually dancing with joy while reading Geraldine Brooks and Kate Morton and Elizabeth Kostova. Cases in point: I loved Brooks’ People of the Book and Morton’s The Forgotten Garden and Kostova’s The Swan Thieves. But I – gasp -didn’t swoon over this year’s Caleb’s Crossing, or The Distant Hours, or The Historian. I languished. Fell asleep at the pages. Actually put The Historian down one-third the way in and picked up something else.

Sad, sad. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Something’s up, though, and I’m going to have to figure out what it is. In the meantime, here is the list of the books I really enjoyed in 2011, and that I highly recommend. 

For an intriguing example of how to grab a reader utilizing a unique point-of-view, I recommend Room by Emma Donoghue. It’s told from the vantage point of six-year-old Jack, a child born to a  young woman kept hidden in a vault-like room by the man who abducted her years before. “Room” is his world, it’s all he knows. He doesn’t know there is more outside the Room and that he is kept hidden from it. The story is, thankfully, not truly about what his mother has had to endure, but how she managed to love him, care for him and educate him in the prison that is her world, without him knowing it’s a prison. You have to suspend some believability when it comes to his language as a narrator. Overall, a fascinating read.
Catching Fire is Book Number Two in the Hunger Games Trilogy; a YA (that’s Young Adult) series that a whole bunch of people my age devoured for reasons I am not quite sure of. I guess intriguing lit is intriguing no matter your age or the age of the protagonist. Not for the squeamish, Catching Fire is set in a dystopic future where cultural mores have gone to Hades in a handbasket. The stakes are high and the appeal to our deepest held moral values is strong. I wish I could say the third book in this series was a fantastic finish. But Mockingjay was one of the books in 2011 that disappointed me. The ending was satisfying but all that stuff in the middle (as in, plot for the number 3 book) failed to impress me. 

For a much less graphic read than either Room or Catching Fire, I highly recommend Chris Fabry’s June Bug. It has the same headlines-kind-of-story about a missing child but without the CSI-SVU-pick-your-initials graphic material unsuitable for tender eyes and ears. From the book’s publisher-supplied description: “June Bug believed everything her daddy told her. That is, until she walked into Wal-Mart and saw her face on a list of missing children. The discovery begins a quest for the truth about her father, the mother he rarely speaks about, and ultimately herself. A modern interpretation of Les Miserables, the story follows a dilapidated RV rambling cross-country with June Bug and her father, a man running from a haunted past.” Great book. 


Crazy Love
by Francis Chan is one of two non-fiction reads that made my list this year – a new thing for me. I usually just list novels as the fave reads. I’ve known for a long time that the way God loves us is unconventional and intense and amazing and perplexing. And that we’re called to love him back the same way – and others, too.  Love is an action, a verb, a perspective, a responsibility, a privilege. We think we know what it is, because we feel it. But love is more than a feeling, right? From the book’s description: “Does something deep inside your heart long to break free from the status quo? Are you hungry for an authentic faith that addresses the problems of our world with tangible, even radical, solutions? God is calling you to a passionate love relationship with Himself. Because the answer to religious complacency isn’t working harder at a list of do’s and don’ts—it’s falling in love with God. And once you encounter His love, as Francis Chan describes it, you will never be the same. Because when you’re wildly in love with someone, it changes everything.” Cool book.

Perhaps my favorite book – out of all the books I read this year – is Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts. It’s the most poetically packaged non-fiction book I think I’ve ever read. So lyrically written, I couldn’t race through the pages; I had to read them slowly, sipping them like a glass of fine sherry. And it wasn’t just the beauty of Ann’s prose that wooed me, but the audacious concept of training my heart and mind to be thankful for a thousand little things. Gratitude is an attitude, but it’s more than that. It’s a lifestyle that, like love, changes everything. When you start to list all the little things you are thankful for, like thumbs and red-throated hummingbirds and warm socks and orange marmalade and misty mornings, you start to rewire your brain to be content with everything you already have – and everything you don’t. A powerful, powerful read. Highly recommend. And do not read it in a hurry. Think glass of sherry, not cup of Tang.

So there you have it. My list of the best of 2011. Here’s to a fine 2012, with many hours of pleasurable reading at its threshold. See you there…

Love that is crazy

I began the year – my fiftieth -on a quest to find deeper meaning to my being here on the planet. I knew it had to be more to it than just the annual stuff of every day life – the turning of calendar pages and filing of taxes and coloring and re-coloring the gray strands in my hair and watching the odometer in my car silently tick off the miles.

Launching Jubilee for Joburg was part of the launch of this new quest, as was reading what others who’ve also come to a similar crossroads have done when they came to this juncture and found they needed to DO something. Something different.



And so I picked up Francis Chan’s Crazy Love. Just finished it today. Wow. I will probably turn right around and read it again. That’s how it is when you learn a new dance, right? You don’t quite get it the first time. But you want to get it so that you can dance with the other dancers. So back to the beginning you go because this is a dance you really, really want to be able to do with confidence, without even having to look at your feet. . .

I really do want to know how relentless God’s love is – crazy, even – because it is how I am asked to love in return. That’s the arrangement; to love others the way God loves me.  It seems to me if you boil down our reason for being here to simply learning to love God and learning to love other people, then you quickly realize you’d better figure out what that kind of love looks like. And when you start looking at it that close, you see that it defies the ordinary. It is on the crazy side. It is is the opposite of what we would describe as reasonable.
We tend to think love is something we feel or don’t feel, when it is actually something we do. Or don’t do.


If love doesn’t move us to DO something, and there is so much that needs doing, then we have to wonder if maybe we have settled for something less than love. My favorite quote in the book speaks to this: “Our greatest fear should not be of failure but of succeeding at things in life that don’t really matter.”


Look up the etymology of the word “crazy” and you’ll see that it’s been around since the 16th century. It means something that is full of cracks and flaws.  Interesting, that. So very interesting. Pour water into a jar with no cracks and it will stay inside and become a breeding ground for bacteria and mosquito larva. Pour water into a jar with cracks and it will spill out and shower those around it. And then you can fill it up and do it again.


Crazy indeed. . .