As a discriminating reader, I value style nearly as much as substance and nothing frustrates me more than a poorly written book. In the margins of several books in my library I have written, “Lots of words but no music.” I want to read books that sing. I want to feel, to laugh or cry, or even throw the book across the room in a fit of temper. In short, I want the books I read to move me in the deep places of my life.
“Of making many books there is no end,
— Ecclesiastes 12:12
and much study wearies the body.”
Lord Jesus, sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all the information bombarding me. It wearies my mind without touching my soul. Speak to me in the deep places of my life. In your holy name I pray. Amen.