Yesterday, I finished Jhumpa Lahiri’s novel The Namesake. It took me two days to read it, and in fact, I stayed up late last night to complete it because I wanted to finish it so badly.
Every time I have this experience, I’m grateful. It gives me a taste of the kind of passion I should, but don’t often, have for God’s word. It also gives me hope as I continue to teach literature for a living, and I would be a lousy teacher indeed if I wanted my students to have an experience with a book I never had (of only had in the past).
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