When I say I love Don Miller, it’s not just that “I love mac-and-cheese” love. It’s a “Let me Google his age to make sure it’s appropriate to love him” love.
He’s 38. I can work with that. PLUS, he wrote this sentence once upon a time:
“I have a weakness for Canadian girls.”
He’s one of those writers whose words give me goosebumps. He gets me. Or gets “it,” that human experience that doesn’t often have a voice. What it’s like to live alone. To write alone. To struggle with balancing independence and community. To live in a daydream. To fear intimacy while craving it. To want to live a story that’s worth telling without having control over the outcomes of those pursued adventures. To want to know what it is to fall in love with Jesus.
How can you not adore (and completely relate to) this vulnerability in Blue Like Jazz?
“I fear what people will think of me, and that is the reason I don’t date very often. People really like me a lot when they only know me a little, but I have this great fear that if they knew me a lot they wouldn’t like me. That is the number one thing that scares me about having a wife because she would have to know me pretty well in order to marry me and I think if she got to know me pretty well she wouldn’t like me anymore.”
I think I’d still like him. But I don’t smoke pipes. That might be a deal-breaker for him.
He doesn’t just talk about relationships. It’s story. It’s the day-to-day. And God. And the million little details that make us feel alive.
Quote of the month:
“I’d started an epic story of my own. And life no longer felt meaningless. It felt stressful and terrifying, but it definitely didn’t feel meaningless.”
Read his new book. Now.
I’ll give you the first thirty pages. Warning: You won’t be satisfied when you’re done. You’ll crave life. You’ll want to ride your bike across the country or organize a neighborhood parade or kiss someone. Or change the world. Something like that.
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thanks for still blogging! margie thinks you’re awesomely witty and…… wonderfully verbose. she appreciates you!
you stole my quote. quote-stealer!!!
Silas! Margie! Beth! Oh, my Guelph-loving heart just melted. Thanks for reading. And for being awesome.
And, yes, Beth. I stole your quote. I’m sneaky like that. Never trust a girl with a blog