Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Book Review: Deadline (part 1)



I bought this book at the recommendation of a friend recently and I'm only a few chapters in, but I feel compelled to start the review now, as it is turning out to be a very thought-provoking book. Since this is my first review on this blog, I'll tell you that I read a lot. My tastes run to Christian fiction, with the occasional non-fiction. I always love a well-written Christian romance, but tire of the predictable ones. Some of my all-time favorites are not "Full House" endings. I guess I just like to be kept on my toes a little. I also like books that make me think about some aspect of Christianity in a different light, even if they are fictional. Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker have become favorite authors for this reason. Deadline is turning out to be that kind of book, and like any fictional account of something the Bible leaves in partial mystery, I'm not sure I completely agree with the author's interpretation.

The story line so far is this: Three friends who have been inseparable since childhood are in a car accident. Two die; one a Christian and one an atheist. Jake, the friend left behind, is not a believer, but is torn between admiration for the way the Christian lived his life and an affinity for the beliefs the atheist held. In the process of mourning his friends and trying to get on with life, he is faced with evidence that the accident may have been intentional. Now immersed in assisting the homicide investigation, he is unaware of someone following him and watching his every move. (All in all, the start of your typical "whodunit.") The characters have been developed by flashbacks to memories from their decades of friendship and experiences serving in the Vietnam war.

The part that is the most thought provoking so far is the ongoing account of Finney (the believer.) His death experience and introduction to life in heaven are written in great detail, and it's probably not depicted the way most people would imagine (even Christians.) Taking a center role in all of it is Finney's guardian angel, present from the moment of birth (or before), beside him through all his earthly experiences, escorting him through the portal of death, and now his own personal tour guide in heaven. While a reunion with his loved ones is described, Finney seems to be spending all his time with this angel, asking him questions, seeing his life events through different eyes, and peeking in on what's still occurring on earth (on Jake's unfolding drama in particular.) This idea of heavenly experience including meeting our guardian angel and developing an ever-deepening relationship between celestial being and human produces a lot of questions on my part.

First of all, do we have any evidence that we will have much interaction with the angels in heaven? I guess I never gave the question much thought before now. The Biblical descriptions of heaven involve angels of course, and they are usually depicted as worshiping God without ceasing. I know this is the specific role of the seraphim, but what about the others? I guess I thought we'd have interaction with them- like getting Gabriel's point of view on the nativity or something like that. I just never thought of us as spending our time getting to know our guardian angel from our time on earth and learning from them. John's visits to heaven included him asking angels like Michael and Gabriel questions and learning from them, so I guess it's possible. I always thought relationships with angels, while fascinating, would take a backseat to our relationships with our fellow humans (and of course the most important of all: Christ.) The fact that we will likely have some interaction with angels in heaven (although I don't necessarily think to the degree depicted in this book) brings up another question.

Will we know our guardian angel in heaven? For that matter, do we each have a "guardian angel"? One angel whose sole assignment is to be by our side our entire life, following the commands of the Father in watching over us? I don't really know that we do. I'm intrigued enough to start looking for verses that would support the idea, because my first response would be that I don't think we each have a specific guardian angel. I know the Bible talks about God giving the angels charge to watch over us, but I don't recall anything saying we each have our own angel. What we each do have is the Holy Spirit indwelling us, guiding us, and communicating to the Father on our behalf.

One point I adamantly disagree with in this book is the angel calling Finney "master." Whoah. Angels do not serve us! They serve God. Even if we do have a guardian angel, they are not our personal genie in a bottle waiting to do our bidding. Another idea in the book is one that opens up pandora's box on the subject of predestination and free will. In this book only believers have guardian angels, and while Finney became a Christian later in life, his guardian angel was there all along. So do people who are going to become children of God have guardian angels beside them their whole lives while unbelievers do not? Or do unbelievers have guardian angels too? This line of thinking leads to many more questions than I'm willing to go into.

The emphasis this book places on guardian angels bothers me because there is a danger here of Christians becoming preoccupied with angels to an unhealthy extent. Many human-angel interactions recorded in scripture include the human falling down in awe upon seeing the angel, and the angel being very emphatic that we are not to worship them. They do not want attention to be focused on them, but on the One they serve.

It will be interesting to see how the book unfolds. I don't have to agree with an author to enjoy his work, especially if it makes me think. I haven't read any account of what Doc is experiencing yet (the atheist), but my friend tells me it's in there. I'm sure there will be more thought-provoking material ahead. In the meantime, I'm going to be reading passages from the Bible about angels as well.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Nice weekend

It turned out to be a relaxing weekend at the in-law's. Despite the endless piles of things we had to stuff in the car in order to be away from home for just one night. Despite the crazy shenanigans, wrestling, and general mayhem between Grandpa, Glenna, and Cousin Lizzy when the sugar highs kicked in. Despite the chaotic consignment sale hunting through mountains of used baby clothes while Levi screamed. Despite sleeping in a strange bed and waking up at 5 a.m. because nobody informed Levi about daylight savings time. Why would I call such a weekend relaxing? (Cindi looked at me like I had lost my mind when I did.) Because I had tons of help with the kids. There were plenty of others to take care of Glenna's hissy fits and overflowing energy and plenty of people to try to soothe the fussy baby, and for once, I let them. Every mom eventually reaches the point when she doesn't care anymore if it's done her way as long as it gets done. That was my state of mind this weekend, and it helped me to finally relax a little.

The best part of the weekend by far was our anniversary lunch date without the kids. We racked our brains while we were eating and realized that our last date was for one of our birthdays- so in January or February. This was looong overdue. Justin wanted to eat at a burger joint or BBQ, but I stuck to my guns and got Italian. My argument was that he goes out to eat almost weekly with his coworkers, and it's usually burgers or BBQ. I go out to eat... never. (The fact that he goes out to eat so often without me is a sore point for me... but that's another story.) The minute we walked into the restaurant and I smelled the fresh bread, pasta, and spices, my muscles literally relaxed. It's amazing how the happy scent of carbs can affect me! Dinner was amazing. Fried motzerella, lobster ravioli, blackberry cream Italian soda, and some caramel, cinnamon, and ice cream covered bread pudding that I can't pronounce...wow. I think I just drooled a little typing that. We will definitely be doing that again as soon as I can arrange it.

Glenna had a sleepover at my brother and sister-in-law's house Saturday night with her cousin (who is 10.) She did pretty good, and Lizzy is already campaigning to do it again. I'm glad she enjoys her cousin. I was worried that my kids wouldn't really have close cousin relationships, since Lizzy is 8 years older than Glenna, and none of my brothers are anywhere close to starting families.

On Sunday we visited our old church. It was fun to see old friends, but hard at the same time. It gets more packed every time we go back, and we recognize fewer and fewer faces. We still love the music, the sermons, and the people we knew, but it's reassuring that we have found our home at Ottawa Bible.

I'm still not back into the swing of things around the house. Glenna's birthday party is at our house Saturday morning, meaning that about the time I have everything cleaned up, it'll get trashed again. Oh well. That's life, right?