Two dear friends of mine recently reminded me of how fragile is this dividing line between “grace alone” and “grace a lot.” See Here.
Kudos to friends whose neck hairs stiffen to anything that sounds remotely hostile to the Gospel of Grace, and are diligent to express their concern openly.
It is interesting, their responses, that they came just one day prior to my opening the pages of Tullian Tchividjian’s (pronounced… well, no one knows – okay, I stole that bit of humor) “One Way Love.”
I read often (understatement says my lovely), and I’m apt to discuss my reading with others (okay, okay dear… I’m always blabbing about my current reads). On occasion though, I’m moved by such a work that I wish I had the authority to make it mandatory reading (oh that sounds chock-full of grace) for everyone who names the name of Christ.
Such is this work. I tell you the truth; I do not lie (at least about this book). There is no believer who will not profit from the words of this man with the impossible name to pronounce.
Check out the subtitle. It alone should prod your acknowledgement of its value in an exhausted world.