I read a great book. It is one of those books that make you read nonstop and then ponder for days. Most of the time, I want to be like the main character in a story. You know, the hero or heroine, but not this time. I’ve already been too much like Drew Morgan. No, I want to be like one of the lesser characters. His name was Christopher Matthews and he was a Puritan minister or curate.
The title of the book is The Puritans and the author is my friend, Jack Cavanaugh (we met at a writer’s conference). Not only is Jack a gifted author and winner of many awards, but most importantly he has a tender heart that loves the Lord and His people. It will take me awhile to read all of Jack’s books though I intend to do just that.
Here’s my commercial: The Puritans is the first of nine in the historical fiction American Family Portrait series. They are now available on e-readers for $2.99 each. The stories are powerful, characters unforgettable, morals strong, and historical accuracy amazing. I think every student of American history should be required to read Jack’s books.
Now on to why I want to be like, Christopher Matthews. Below are two descriptions from the book. You tell me if you, like me, would want to be described in a similar way.
For a while Drew couldn’t put the difference into words. Then, an analogy came to him that turned his impressions into images. Most people, he observed, practice their religion much like a schoolboy reciting his lesson or an apprentice attempting to imitate the work of a master craftsman. They try to become something they’re not. Christopher Matthews, however, didn’t practice his faith. He and his faith were inseparable. To think of him practicing his faith would be like thinking of a bird practicing flying. Birds fly because they’re birds. Christopher Matthews lived his faith just as effortlessly, just as freely, because it was part of who he was…
…It was while the men were praying that Drew realized the difference between Bishop Laud and Christopher Matthews. The similarities between them had always been obvious: They both worshipped the same God. They both read the Bible. They both believed strongly they were doing God’s will, although their beliefs pitted them against each other. This town meeting scene made their differences equally as obvious: The bishop wielded political power like a sword to defend God, his church position, and himself. The curate, on the other hand, believed that God could defend Himself. Instead of trying to protect God, the curate found protection in God.
It makes me want my epitaph to read:
She lived her faith trusting in the power of her God.
How about you? How do you want to be remembered?