November Reading Log

A really nice reading month, including the rare experience of a long, epic novel that swept me off my feet. Take a look below, and happy reading!

SHEPHERDING LIKE JESUS by Andrew Hébert

When people think about what it means to be a pastor, they often use secular comparisons: pastor as CEO, pastor as brand manager, pastor as inspirational speaker. But in Scripture, pastors (bishops/elders, if you want to be technical about the translation) are compared to shepherds, operating under the authority of the Good Shepherd, Christ himself. So if a pastor is going to learn how to lead well, he or she ought to follow the example of the Lord.

That's the premise of Shepherding Like Jesus, a book that is part leadership text, part expositional commentary by Amarillo pastor Andrew Hébert. Using the Beatitudes as his outline, Hébert explains the different traits a pastor must have to be successful. By his own admission, this is not a book about the practicalities of ministry, but about the spiritual requirements for the role, all of which essentially boil down to humility and obedience.

While the book was fine, I was frustrated by what I saw as Hébert's fundamental misunderstanding, albeit a common one, of the Beatitudes. In his telling, Jesus is giving a list of characteristics every disciple should have, a resume for the Christian. But long ago, Dallas Willard convinced me that what Jesus is actually doing is giving a list of the kinds of people whom the world has let down—the poor in spirit, those who hunger for justice, those who mourn, etc.—and telling them that, because Jesus has come, they can now be called blessed. According to Willard’s interpretation, the Beatitudes are not about telling you how to behave, but are an announcement that grace has arrived in Christ, that there is good news for people used to nothing but bad news.

Because Hébert reads the text more like commandments, it makes him stretch and over-spiritualize in certain chapters—for example, when he gets to "blessed are those who mourn," his chapter is about how pastors ought to grieve the sinfulness of the world. Not a bad principle, but one that, in my opinion, is built on a faulty exegetical foundation. The misunderstanding of the book's central text made for a constant distraction in my reading of Shepherding Like Jesus—the chapters' content is fine, but it's built on sand. I appreciate what Hébert was getting at with his core message that pastors ought to look to Jesus as their example, but I couldn't get past the questionable exegesis.

RENEGADES: BORN IN THE U.S.A. by Barack Obama and Bruce Springsteen

Following the November presidential election, I was looking for a different take on America than the one we'd been living for the last few weeks/months/years. So I turned to this coffee table book by two of liberal America's favorite men, one a former president and the other a rock star.

In 2021, Barack Obama and Bruce Springsteen recorded a series of conversations about their biographies and what it means to be American, conversations that became a hit podcast. Renegades: Born in the U.S.A. is essentially the transcript of those podcast episodes alongside a bunch of cool photos, ticket stubs, speeches, and more.

The conversations are warm, intimate, and wide-ranging, the kind of chats you'd expect from two thoughtful friends. They talk about fatherhood, race, masculinity, money, fame, marriage...just a sample of the things that have made them such fascinating figures in their careers. Drawing on their own experiences as well as their observations, the chats call to mind the kinds of talks you might have on a back porch or around a campfire.

This is a hopeful book for those who share the two men's convictions about the country, and might even be interesting for those who don't (for what it's worth, policy proposals aren't this book's project.) For me, at least, it was good medicine after a campaign season that left me feeling sick.

THE PRINCE OF TIDES by Pat Conroy

As a reader, there is nothing I love more than getting sucked into a novel. It doesn't happen often—I'm a fairly critical reader, so I unintentionally find myself reading from a remove, safely keeping my distance. But every now and then, I stumble upon a book like The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay or The Goldfinch, sweeping sagas that awaken my imagination and make me like a kid again saying, "maybe just 10 more pages before bed."

The Prince of Tides was one of those books.

The novel tells the story of Tom Wingo and his dysfunctional South Carolina family. When Tom, a football coach, learns that his mentally disturbed sister Savannah has attempted suicide in New York City, he goes there to be with her and see how he can help. Before long, he meets her psychiatrist, Susan Lowenstein, and begins a series of long conversations with her about their family history, seeking to uncover the trauma that is tormenting Savannah.

Through these conversations, we learn all about the abuse suffered at the hands of their father, the strength of their late brother Luke, the fierceness and fragility of their mother, and all the beauties and horrors they experienced growing up. The book ranges from the gritty—the descriptions of abuse are riveting and stomach churning, as is one horrific scene I won't describe here— to the fantastical (for example, the family owned a pet Bengal tiger.) Its plot is all over the place—some chapters are romance stories, some are adventure tales, still others are pure family drama.

What is consistent is the writing of Pat Conroy, an acquired taste but one I've come to love. It is not without its flaws, I'll give you that. His dialogue is undeniably corny, always too clever by half. His prose borders on purple (and sometimes more than crosses that threshold.) Especially in the early pages, when I was getting used to it, the writing bordered on distracting. But the deeper in I got, the more I came to love Conroy's use of language, the unabashed romance of his writing.

The Prince of Tides is not a cool book; it's way too overwrought for that. But I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt, it's a good book. And by the time I got to the end of its 679 pages, I was sad to see it go.

THE GIRAFFE AND THE PELLY AND ME by Roald Dahl

THE TWITS by Roald Dahl
THE MAGIC FINGER by Roald Dahl

Me and the kids' bedtime journey through the works of Roald Dahl continued this month with some of his shorter, lesser-known books. First up, The Giraffe and the Pelly and Me told the off-the-wall story of a window cleaning service staffed by a giraffe, a pelican, and a monkey, who wind up doing a duke a favor and thereby earning the protagonist, a young boy, his own sweet shop. Next was The Twits, the tale of a truly horrid married couple who, after years of making each other miserable with mean-spirited pranks, meet their demise thanks to the birds and monkeys living in their backyard. Finally, The Magic Finger is a preachy but delightful story about a girl who magically turns her neighbors, rabid hunters, into ducks in order to teach them a lesson about animal rights.

None of these slim books (each was closer to 50 pages than 100) are in the league of James and the Giant Peach or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but they're serviceable, imaginative little tales, enhanced by Quentin Blake's artwork. The Magic Finger in particular was a favorite for my kids, who laughed uproariously when the hunters-turned-ducks had to build a nest to sleep in overnight. None of these books are going to change your life, but they'll make you smile!

ESSENTIAL X-MEN VOL. 6 by Chris Claremont, John Romita, Jr., Louise Simonson, et al.

Ok, at this point we're in deep. By 1986, the Uncanny X-Men had been around for ten years, ever since Len Wein and Dave Cockrum introduced the "all-new, all-different" team of Wolverine, Storm, Colossus, Nightcrawler, Banshee, Sunfire, and Thunderbird to rescue the original team of Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Beast, Iceman, and Angel. The relaunched book had reached its critical zenith with the Chris Claremont-John Byrne run, which included the epic "The Dark Phoenix Saga" and "Days of Future Past" stories. And now the book was a runaway freight train of commercial success, Marvel's top book by a mile.

This led to spinoff books like New Mutants and X-Factor. It led to miniseries like Wolverine, Kitty Pryde and Wolverine, Beauty and the Beast, and Longshot. And it led to what would become a recurring problem for the X-Men—crossover events that demanded you buy other books to know what was going on in yours.

In this volume, that trend begins with X-Men #200, "The Trial of Magneto," where the once-villainous master of magnetism, now reformed, is tried in the Hague for crimes against humanity, somehow found innocent, and at the end takes over as headmaster of Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. That feels like the kind of thing that should be a seismic event for the X-Men, but it seems to have little effect on the main team (where Magneto almost never appears); only in the New Mutants is it really an issue. Weird.

What does matter to every team is the Mutant Massacre, a crossover storyline in which the Morlocks, a group of outcast mutants living in the sewers of New York, are brutally murdered by a group of mutant hunters called the Marauders. The story is shocking for its savagery; up to this point we were still in the more naïve, kid-friendly, "Wolverine never stabs people on camera" era. While never graphic, the story isn't ambiguous either; this is the beginning of a darker time in X-Men lore, when mutant persecution is not only hateful, but violent.

As for the creative team, this remains largely a Chris Claremont-John Romita Jr. joint. Claremont is as wordy and soap operatic as ever, and Romita is really coming into his own by this time, starting to develop a style different from his famous father's (Romita Sr. was the artist on Amazing Spider-Man in the late 1960s.) Those big names, as much as anything, kept Uncanny X-Men in the spotlight during this period.

As you may have gathered, Essential X-Men Vol. 6 is pretty much more of the same readers had come to expect from the previous 50 or so issues: lots of character, lots of plot, lots of words. I'm not sure I fully understand why it tapped into the zeitgeist the way it undeniably did, but it's fun comics.

Leftovers (Friday Devotional)

 

“And one of them, a lawyer, asked him a question to test him. “Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest?” He said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ This is the greatest and first commandment.””

- Matthew 22:35-38

Food never tastes quite as good as it does on Thanksgiving Day. Between everyone bringing their best recipes, the festive atmosphere of the holiday, and the once-a-year nature of many of the dishes, there’s just something special about turkey, dressing, and pecan pie on the fourth Thursday of November.

But then you blink, and suddenly it’s Friday. Now that bowl of mashed potatoes you couldn’t get enough of is taking up fridge space and every Tupperware container you own is full of turkey. So by the time Sunday rolls around and you’re having your fifth turkey sandwich in three days, the food that tasted so good when it was new and fresh won’t be nearly as appealing. It’ll just be leftovers.

When it comes to following Christ, sometimes we merely give him our leftovers—our leftover time, our leftover money, our leftover talents. Rather than offering him the best we have to give, we leave him what we can spare. Our best is reserved for work, family, friends, and other interests.

So perhaps now, as the busiest time of the year begins, it’s appropriate to remember what Jesus called the greatest commandment—to love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. God wants more than just the leftovers; he wants it all—perhaps because on the cross Jesus paid it all.

Whether you spend this weekend shopping, decorating, traveling, or simply cleaning out your refrigerator, be sure that you are not giving God leftover devotion. May your love for him be renewed every morning, and may your faithfulness be inexhaustible. May he be Lord of more than just your leftovers.

Making the Right Moves (Friday Devotional)

Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.

- Matthew 7:13-14

Over the last couple months, my 7-year-old son has gotten very interested in chess. Having been introduced to the game by a friend at school, he’s talked his grandparents into buying a board for their house and likes to periodically play with me on the iPad. If he’s not asking to play baseball outside, he’s wanting to play chess inside.

Enthusiasm aside, chess is a complicated game, and he’s still learning the rules. When we play, he’ll occasionally move his pawn one space diagonally—a legal maneuver when the pawn is attacking another piece, but not when that space is unoccupied. Similarly, he’ll sometimes forget that his king can only move one space at a time, mistaking it for the more wide-ranging queen. It falls to me to remind him that each piece has specific functions—they don’t get to do whatever you want.

Those moments in our chess games bring to mind one of Jesus’s concluding thoughts from the Sermon on the Mount, his discourse on discipleship. Having laid out all the demands of what it means to follow him—all of which essentially boil down to abandoning selfishness for a mindset of humble faithfulness to the kingdom of God—he lays out a simple truth: this is the only move you’ve got. Discipleship is a narrow gate, a restrictive path, but it’s the only one that leads to salvation. The Jesus way is the only way.

In a world where we’re accustomed to being overwhelmed with options, that can seem almost offensive to our sensibilities. Just one way? Shouldn’t I be able to make my own plan, come up with my own system, build my own path? A narrow gate feels downright exclusionary.

The truth is, you can follow the wisdom of the world and set your own agenda. Like my son at the chess board, you can play by your own rules. But doing so won’t lead you to victory, only disorder and defeat. Through Christ, and Christ alone, is salvation found.

Jesus told us that the road to life is narrow, and only a few find it. It’s tempting to go off book and seek your own way instead of following the one he has set out for us. But may you not confuse chaos with freedom. The Jesus way is the way to abundant life—so don’t make up your own path; instead, follow his.

The More Things Change... (Friday Devotional)

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

- Joshua 1:9

I spent the first part of this week in my old stomping grounds of Waco for the Texas Baptists Annual Meeting. As excited as I was for the worship services, workshops, and meetups with ministry friends, one thing I was particularly looking forward to was spending some extended time in the city that I called home for 10 years. And so, on the occasions when I had a gap in my schedule, I did some wandering through Waco, driving with no discernible destination in mind just to see what the city looked like 5 years after I moved.

From the interstate, Waco looks like a completely different place than I remembered. The expansion of I-35, which had just begun when we moved to Garland, has long since been completed. Baylor’s new basketball arena towers over an area where there was once little more than an office building, just as its new welcome center looms large over a patch of land which used to have nothing but grass and an IHOP.

Similarly, when I drove through parts of downtown—the area close to the famed silos of Magnolia Market—it was unrecognizable from what I remembered. Once-dilapidated houses are now shiny new AirBnbs. Boutiques and restaurants litter the streets that once struggled to find tenants for their buildings. The closer I was to Magnolia or Baylor, the clearer it was how much had changed in 5 years’ time.

But then I drove a little further, to the parts of Waco where tourists don’t go. I drove through the neighborhood where Lindsey and I lived when we were young and poor, past the old strip malls with their payday lenders and laundromats. I drove through the industrial area, where tire shops and supply stores were plentiful and hotels were not. I drove to the edge of Waco, where the city starts to give way to the neighboring rural towns, and found the same old shabby HEB, Subway, and Bush’s Chicken that had always been there, overshadowed by their bigger, cleaner counterparts on the other side of town. In these areas, it seems, time had stood still for the last 5 years.

As the old saying goes, the more things change, the more things stay the same. Newness brings the excitement of novelty even as it also creates the anxiety of uncertainty. Sameness brings a feeling of comfort to some, even as it signals stagnation to others. We don’t want to see constant change in our lives—that would be terrifying and unwieldly—but neither do we want nothing tomorrow to always look like yesterday. We accept and even desire good change, but we want the important things to stay the same.

When God’s people entered the Promised Land after spending decades in the wilderness, they knew things were about to change, and largely for the better. They were going to have their own land now. They were going to establish their own nation. They were going to receive their reward. No more manna; it was time for milk and honey!

But their excitement was tempered by fear. The land was occupied by fearsome enemies they would need to overcome. Their leader, Moses, had died and passed the mantle down to Joshua. The future, though exciting, was uncertain.

So as the people prepared to enter the Promised Land, Joshua reminded them what had not changed: God was with them. While their situation had changed, their Lord had not. While they were undergoing a time of transition, God was the same today as he had been yesterday. Their future was necessarily going to be different than their past, but they had a solid rock to build upon.

The same is true for God’s people today. Like the Israelites of old, we need not fear the future or rebel against changes so long as we recognize what has not changed. Methods are modified, but the gospel is not. Circumstances shift, but our salvation never wavers. Kingdoms rise and fall, but the kingdom of God is eternal.

Be strong and courageous, God’s man told his people, for the Lord is with you wherever you go. So wherever you go, and however different things may look from what you once knew, know that God won’t leave your side. Don’t place your hope in days gone by or in the fortunes of the future—place your hope in the steadfast love of God.

Helping Where You Can (Friday Devotional)

 

He said to him, “ ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the greatest and first commandment. And a second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ ”

- Matthew 22:37-39

Tuesday night, my intention was to stay up late watching the election returns like most of the country. I had done my civic duty by voting early that morning, so all that was left to do was watch, wait, and pray.

But my plans were rudely disturbed when I got home from an evening committee meeting and learned that one of my kids had vomited twice since I’d been gone and still wasn’t feeling good. When I went to bed, the election results still uncertain, Lindsey and I were awakened by the news that he’d gotten sick again. Just a couple hours later, our daughter joined the fun, announcing in imitable fashion to us—and our bathroom floor—that she was sick too.

In total, we were awakened four times over the course of that long Tuesday night, and election anxiety (mostly) gave way to the tangible work of cleaning floors and soothing children. By the time the sun rose on Wednesday morning, I had learned two things: Donald Trump had been elected President of the United States and two of my kids were sick.

There’s an old expression that all politics is local, meaning that real change starts at city hall, not in Washington D.C. That proverb has seemed to fall by the wayside over the last decade, as partisanship reached a fever pitch and the culture wars became a fire threatening to consume everything from the school board to the church house. Lately it seems more like all politics is national, like you can’t do any good without first passing a partisan purity test.

But my kids offered me a visceral reminder on Tuesday night—as important as national issues are, your most immediate opportunities to make the country a better place are right in front of you. They’re in your neighborhood, not the capital. They’re in the halls of your local elementary school, not the halls of power. They’re in your house, not the White House.

Voting is important. Campaigns and elections and legislation matter; representative democracy is something we ought to hold dear and take seriously. But even more important is the simple, divine command to love your neighbor as yourself.

So do the small, important things to show people the love of God. Bake the casserole for your new neighbor. Call the elderly widow down the street. Offer free babysitting for the single mom in your church. For when you do these things—the kind, neighborly, Christlike things—you’re making the country a better place.

October Reading Log

 

I had a reading slump this month after a pretty strong August and September, but did my best to finish strong. Lots of shorter books this month...take a look!

HOW NOT TO WASTE A CRISIS by Tod Bolsinger
THE MISSION ALWAYS WINS by Tod Bolsinger
LEADING THROUGH RESISTANCE by Tod Bolsinger
INVEST IN TRANSFORMATION by Tod Bolsinger

How do you lead an organization to change?

That's the perennial question for leaders of all stripes, be they CEOs, educational administrators, or pastors. Especially in times of instability, leaders can usually pinpoint the problems and even imagine potential solutions. But how do they then point their followers—from staff to customers to congregants—toward change without alienating them?

To answer this question, author and consultant Tod Bolsinger has written four slim books (each is about 100 pages), all of which build upon each other but each of which tells its own story. Having worked with a variety of different kinds of leaders, Bolsinger is well equipped as a coach, and offers both practical advice and useful case studies to make his arguments.

For ministry leaders in particular, Bolsinger knows how churches work, something that isn't always true when you try to apply business world principles to a church environment. I first encountered his work at a seminary-sponsored conference, and his familiarity with and love for the church shines through these books.

For fellow pastors, these are useful leadership books, and were helpful to me as I start launching our church's strategic planning process. Simple, readable, and applicable—exactly what you want from a leadership text.

CUJO by Stephen King

The scariest books are the ones where you can imagine yourself in the protagonist's shoes, where the premise is understandable and relatable. By that measure, Cujo is one of horror master Stephen King's most terrifying novels, as he sets aside the supernatural in favor of a frighteningly realistic situation: what if you and your child were trapped in your car by a rabid dog?

King wrote this novel in the throes of alcohol addiction and has admitted he remembers almost nothing about writing it, which is a shame, because it's pretty good. With uncharacteristic restraint—the book is barely 300 pages long—he establishes all the major characters, puts the pieces on the board, and unleashes the monster, the titular St. Bernard. In a manner reminiscent of his later novel Misery, he does a great job capturing the claustrophobia and panicked mindset of someone who's trapped with no way out. His depiction of the rabid Cujo, including some slightly clumsy narrations from the dog's point of view, effectively makes the dog a terrifying force of nature.

While some dislike the book's ending—I won't spoil it for you, but it's not a happy one—I actually thought it was fitting, both for the characters and for the story being told. Equal parts ironic and tragic, it worked for me, even if some would have preferred a tidier conclusion.

This isn't King's finest work by any measure, but it's a good thriller and worthy of your time. He may not remember writing it, but I'll remember reading it.

FANTASTIC MR. FOX by Roald Dahl

As the kids and I slowly but surely make our way through the works of Roald Dahl, I thought this slim story would take just a couple weeks to get through. While it wound up taking longer—book time tends to get sacrificed on busy nights when the kids are already going to bed late—this was a serviceable bedtime story, one that felt more like a dragged out picture book than a novel.

The simple story is about the Foxes and their nemeses, a trio of farmers name Boggis, Bunce, and Bean. The Foxes, who live underground on the farmers’ land, routinely eat their chickens, much to the farmers’ chagrin. After one particular confrontation, Boggis and Bunce and Bean decide to get rid of the Foxes once and for all, attempting to dig up their home. So the family, led by the clever Mr. Fox, must evade the farmers and then, having done so, find some way to get food before they starve. When Mr. Fox stumbles upon a way to get into the storehouses of Boggis and Bunce and Bean without their knowledge, the reader knows a happy ending is assured.

This book is less imaginative than the previous Dahl books we read—no wondrous chocolate factories or magic glass elevators or giant peaches to be found—and much simpler. Even at a mere 80 pages, it felt a little long-winded for the amount of plot within. Nevertheless, it's a fun little story, and one the kids enjoyed.

DUBLINERS by James Joyce

When I travel, I try to pair my trip with a book. So in preparation for a trip to Scotland and Ireland, I turned to my old nemesis James Joyce, who got his literary start with the short stories collection Dubliners.

The good news: these stories precede Joyce's more experimental writing in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Ulysses, and Finnegans Wake. The stories are all told in a straight narrative style, with none of the frills that would later make him an icon with the literati and a curse word to rubes like me. Anyone looking for accessible writing from James Joyce should absolutely start with Dubliners.

The bad news: I still don't get James Joyce. While there are isolated moments of brilliant prose—for example, the last line of "The Dead" is a beautiful bit of writing—there is little contained within Dubliners that makes me think Joyce is the greatest writer to ever pick up a pen. When confined to a normal style and structure, Joyce's mundane tales of ordinary Dubliners are mostly just boring. I often found myself in the middle of a story having to turn back a few pages, having realized that my mind had wandered off even as my eyes had continued traveling across the page.

Dubliners is a collection that narrates the pettiness, the loneliness, and the quiet desperation of ordinary people. It is beloved by students of Joyce, who see it as a comprehensible starting point for ordinary readers. I just wish I understood why this author has such a stranglehold on the literary community. Sadly, Dubliners did not give me the answer.

WHAT I TALK ABOUT WHEN I TALK ABOUT RUNNING by Haruki Murakami

I read most of this book on the Ireland trip in an effort to motivate myself to start running again when we got back. Whether it's successful in that regard remains to be seen, but I did enjoy the book. This was my third time reading it; here's what I had to say about it back in 2018:

Haruki Murakami, though renowned as one of the world's greatest living writers, was a name I knew only by reputation, so I couldn't imagine a better springboard into his writing than a book about his experiences running. As a lover of both writing and running, this memoir instantly appealed to me, and a recommendation from my friend and fellow pastor (and reader and runner) Jeff Gravens was enough to convince me.

The book is less a narrative than a collection of essays/journal entries, all about Murakami's love of running and experiences doing so. Every year for more than two decades, Murakami has run at least one marathon, as well as one ultramarathon and a series of triathlons along the way. The chapters in this book describe how he became a runner, how he trains, and what compels him to spend so much time and energy running.

But, as you might suspect from a novelist, it's about more than that. Using running as a filter, Murakami also talks about his life and the craft of writing. Running, he makes clear, is more than a hobby for him, it is a metaphor for his sense of self, and even a source of meaning. Without ever stretching the metaphor beyond comprehension, Murakami convincingly shows how important the solitary exercise of running has been to him over the years.

For runners, I'd say this a must-read (and a pretty quick one). For non-runners, I'm not so sure. For all the insights into his life and his craft, you've got to read a lot about breathing, muscle soreness, etc. For a runner, this is familiar, comfortable territory; for others it may be a little like listening to someone talk about their fantasy football team—more fun for the speaker than the listener. As for me, I left the book with my first itch to run another marathon since birth of my son—stay tuned to see whether I decide to scratch it anytime soon.

THE GRANDEST STAGE: A HISTORY OF THE WORLD SERIES by Tyler Kepner

One of my favorite weeks of the year comes every October, when the champions of the American and National Leagues face off in the World Series. Since 1903, the Fall Classic has been an annual tradition, and an occasion that has sparked big moments, from Snodgrass' Muff in 1912 to Don Larsen's perfect game in 1956 to Freddie Freeman's walkoff grand slam last week. So this year, even as I tuned in every night to watch Yankees-Dodgers, I also walked through the history of the World Series with Tyler Kepner's delightful chronicle, The Grandest Stage.

Each of the seven chapters tackles a different celebrated element of the series: clutch moments, managerial decisions, goats, unlikely heroes, etc. With that framework, the book is basically a loosely connected collection of anecdotes, tale after tale from baseball's past. In other words, catnip for baseball history buffs like me.

Never overstaying his welcome with any given story, Kepner does a good job of digging deeper into the narratives everyone knows and uncovering those we don't. Yes, you get Bill Mazeroski and Kirk Gibson and Joe Carter, but you also get Bill Wambsganss and Mickey Owen and Tony Womack. The result is exactly what anyone is looking for from an overarching sports history book: you get to revel in the moments you know well and learn about those you don't, basking in nostalgia and soaking up new stories. For any baseball fan, The Grandest Stage is a worthy addition to your bookshelf.

ESSENTIAL X-MEN VOL. 5 by Chris Claremont, Paul Smith, John Romita, Jr., et al.

Chris Claremont is unquestionably the most influential X-Men writer of all time, thanks to his unparalleled run as the writer on Uncanny X-Men from 1977-1991. Nevertheless, he is not necessarily every X-fan's favorite writer, because, for every "Days of Future Past" and "Dark Phoenix Saga," there are also plenty of stinkers. Essential X-Men Vol. 5 is where, after years of gold, things start to dip a little.

Covering Uncanny X-Men #180-198, as well as an annual issue and a crossover limited series with Alpha Flight, this volume is held back by a reliance—common in this period of Marvel Comics—on readers picking up other books adjacent to this one. By 1984, the New Mutants book had kicked off, with Professor X now teaching a new class of young mutants. Wolverine seemed to be starring in a new miniseries every other month. And other characters (especially Cyclops and Storm) would leave the book, with fans wondering what they were up to. The result is that, from issue to issue, you're not sure where the team stands—there were points where I couldn't tell you who was actually on the X-Men.

Furthermore, the stories told in this volume are far muddier than the tales which put Claremont on the map. Some of this may be due to a disconnect between Claremont and artist John Romita, Jr.  (a legend whose work here is not his finest); some of it may just be a slump on Claremont's part. Whatever the case, there were entire issues where I was skimming more than reading, because the conflict wasn't entirely clear anyway.

If you're looking for highlights, you'd have to point to the introduction of characters like Nimrod and Forge, as well as the double-sized "Lifedeath" issues drawn by Barry Windsor-Smith, which focus on Storm's romance with Forge. But for the most part, this is a forgettable, albeit bestselling, period of X-Men lore before everything turned upside down with issue 200. I know it'll get good again, but this stretch was a drag.

Babbled Prayer (Friday Devotional)

 

Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.

- Romans 8:26

My son Isaac, 10 months old, has turned into quite the little chatterbox over the last few weeks. When he’s happy, he squeals. When he’s upset or impatient, he whines. When he’s hurt, he cries.

And lately, he’s started adding new sounds to his arsenal: babbling. With a little encouragement from his big brother, he’ll gladly say “Bubbubbubba!” On more than one occasion I’ve coaxed a “Dada” out of him. To the chagrin of the ladies in the house, no “mama” or “sissy” yet, but give him time.

What he can’t do yet is say, “I’m hungry.” Or “I’d like to go to bed now.” Or “Bubba and Sissy, you’re the coolest.” Can he communicate? Certainly. But he doesn’t yet have the words.

In prayer, there are times when we are no better than babies, unable to put words to our needs. Some pain is too profound—and some joy too transcendent—for language to suffice. But in those times, Scripture tells us that the Holy Spirit intercedes for us, going to the Father on our behalf with groaning deeper than any prayer we could produce.

What a blessing to know that, when we are too weak even to pray, God does not leave us shorthanded. You may not have the words—but you have a Helper. Praise God for his provision in all things!