In the process of moving here – which means lately I’ve had little time to read and even less time to write about reading. That’s going to continue for the next couple of weeks. So thank you for your patience!
But this one – I have to write about. Albeit briefly.
I’ve read Zora & Nicky by the same author and found it AH-MAZ-ING! This one didn’t rock my world quite as significantly – but I need to tell you that it was still oh-so-worth-it.
You should read it. And here’s why:
It makes you think.
It offers a great story that poses incredibly worthwhile questions about suffering and the need for Jesus’ touch (and, most importantly, what that touch may mean…) In a way that gets you outside of your typical, every day life.
It does a great job combining Protestant and Catholic ideals and concepts.
I was raised Protestant. Growing up, one of my best friends was Catholic. We got along famously and sought after Jesus together in our more formative years. There’s often a lot of angst that goes on between those two groups, but there are some powerful truths that can be gathered from both.
It’s raw and real.
This is a story about a stigmatic. A woman who suddenly finds herself stricken by the same wounds Christ received. But rather than fitting into the stereotypical definition of “holy” or “righteous,” the woman is an unwed single mother. She struggles with health issues. She struggles to care for her daughter. She struggles with past and present sin. She carries the weight of suffering and struggles with the weight, while also coveting it, as union with Christ. And she’s befriended by a drug addict who can’t seem to stop using — and then the two broken souls end up carrying each other in an imperfect, broken, and beautiful way.
Anyway, all that to say I liked it. It made me think. And it was an original.
So I’m sold.