Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Fiction

My wife has a library card. She says there's no reason to buy books if you can borrow them for "free". She hardly reads a book twice, and I guess if she wanted to, she could re-check one. The thing is, she gets her tax money's worth. She'll read 3 or 4 novels in a week if she gets the urge. She reads fast.

And there is hardly a word said about any of these stories. She'll close the book when she's done and say, "That was a good one." It's like she's in her own little world when she's reading, but I admire that because I read stale, uppity non-fiction. Unless it's a story that really catches my attention, I'd much rather read a logical line of reasoning. I'll sit and watch a movie and try to figure out if it could really happen or not.

The problem with my overactive brain is that it's hard to have faith when you have to figure everything out before you jump in. Real faith is really like getting caught up in a story.

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