You know you are in for a literary feast when the author
dedicates his book to “My Lovely, in her eyes the sun is always on the water.”
A
master of imagery, Wilson pitches word pictures at us faster than balls in a batting
cage as he challenges us, dares us, to “ride the roaring wave of providence
with eager expectation.”Each page of Death By
Living exudes the author’s sheer energy for living the life story he’s
given and “writing a past he won’t regret.”
Looking square in the face of that day that is waiting for
us that will be our last, Wilson reminds us we can’t “throw a diva fit
backstage and force the understudy to take our place.” No, but we do have a
choice as to how to live the days we're given—all of them—the good, the bad, and
the ugly. We can go at them with an attitude that 1.The Lord gives and the Lord
takes. Blessed be the name of the Lord or 2. Curse God and die—whining and
moping and complaining.
Threaded with stories of his ancestors and their influence
in his own life story, (because we are in fact, a sequel, not a standalone)
Wilson shows us a life lived to die—empty, spilled out, overflowing with gratitude.
I appreciated the energy, the exuberance and the imagery.
Panted a bit trying to keep up with him in places, but truly inspired to take a
fresh look at the place I am in my own story.
Wilson is definitely a writer who “shows” more than he “tells,”
which is terrific for us visual learners, but it you are the expository sort
and learn in a linear way, you may have to concentrate to keep up with the life
stories, parenthetical asides and visual feasts that all really do work
together to proclaim by grace, we are "water made wine, dust made flesh."
May we "grab a hold, live hard and die grateful."
Blessed and full-lived weekend, friends,
Marcia
( I received a courtesy copy of this book from the publisher through Booksneeze.)
Marcia:
ReplyDeleteThis is a well written review. It was succinct, enticing, and inviting. You are such a professional. At the end of our lives, we should all be "empty, spilled out, and (this is my favorite part) overflowing with gratitude."
Gratefully,
Richard