The Time Keeper: A NYT Best Selling Experiment

Wow. Talk about choosing an excellent first book for my NYT Bestselling Experiment!

I picked up The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom from the library last Monday evening and was already itching to vlog about it by bedtime.

Remember, these reviews are solely based off the first 50 pages. I can’t speak for the rest of the book.

A Review for Readers:

Video Cliffs Notes:

  • This is a story about the first man to measure time and the repercussions of such a choice, not just for him, but for every person who came after.
  • You know a story is good when you are super tired and you think you’ll just read a couple pages before bed, but those couple pages turn into 50, and all of a sudden you are wide awake.
  • The premise is engaging. Trying to imagine a world in which we don’t keep track of time gets our imaginations buzzing right away.
  • After reading the opening I had to stop and share it with my husband.
  • The chapters are super short (1-3 pages), which makes it all too easy to read another, then another, then another….
  • The language is very simple, reading almost like a kid’s fairytale, but it packs a profound punch.
  • If secular books make you nervous because of language issues, rest assured, this book is clean.

A Review for Writers:

Video Cliffs Notes:

  • Confirmed everything I’m learning in craft books.
  • The story is built on an intriguing premise with a broad appeal. I don’t know anybody who doesn’t wish for more time, especially writers!
  • The first two pages not only hooked me, but elicited questions that could only be answered if I kept reading. 
  • The end of each chapter propelled me into the next, so putting it down was an act of sheer willpower.
  • The characters grabbed my sympathies right off the bat.

Memorable Snippets:

If one were recording history, one might write that at the moment man invented the world’s first clock, his wife was alone, softly crying, while he was consumed by the count.

“There is a reason God limits our days.”
“Why?”
“To make each one precious.”

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between sunrises was gone.

Verdict?

I cannot wait to keep reading this one. In fact, by the time this post goes live, I won’t be surprised if I’ve already finished. (Yep, I finished. And it’s awesome.)

Next book in the NYT best selling experiment?

Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling

It’s on hold at the library. I think I’m in for a wait.

Let’s Talk: Imagine a world without clocks. Chaos or freedom?

Friday Faves

Chin-Grabbers for Everyone:

  • Musings on Weariness and Restlby Amy

    Ever feel like there’s too much on your plate? Or like you’re being buried beneath all the demands and expectations life tends to heap on the old shoulders? Then this is where you need to park yourself today! I found it to be a much-needed shot of honesty and encouragement.

  •  Cracked Out: It Can Happen to Anyonelby Jessica R. Path

    “Doing something for God’s glory doesn’t replace spending time in God’s glory.” Can I get a resounding Amen? Jessica discusses how easy it is to become like cracked, bleeding skin–not just in the valleys, but on the mountain tops too. For me, that’s where I’m most prone to drying out.

  •  8 Reasons Why Waiting is Hardlby Wendy Paine Miller

    This post was genius. I think all of us can identify with at least one of these eight ladies.

 Chin-Grabbers for Writers:

  •  Manners Matter: 13 Etiquette Tipslby Rachelle Gardner

    Easy-to-follow tips that will not only make you look good, but following them will make the lives of the people around you easier.

  •  There is No Time for Despairlby Rachelle Gardner

    Some good news/bad news in the world of publishing, plus some valuable parting wisdom from a knowledgeable literary agent.

  • Revisions Day One: The Read Through by best-selling author of the popular dystopian trilogy, Divergent

    I loved reading about this young author’s behind-the-scenes editing process. I especially love the helpful questions she asks!

Wishing you a fabulous Friday!

How do you Grieve? A Lesson about Anguish

Several months ago, a friend said, “I read the Bible to get to know the author.”

And it was like this huge light bulb went off in my head.

That may be the biggest DUH-epiphany I’ve ever shared on this blog, but stick with me for a moment.

I am a selfish person.

Let’s get that right out there in the open.

I have a tendency to think in terms of me.

Which means I’ve always read the Bible with the mindset of, “How does this apply to me?”

Don’t get me wrong. That question isn’t bad. In fact, it’s a good one to ask.

I just think it was time for me to step back and approach the Bible a little differently.

Since then, every morning when I dig into Scripture, I do so with the mindset of, “What can I learn about God?”

There’s rarely a dull moment.

Especially when I read things like Psalm 88.

Can we take a minute and talk about Psalm 88? Can I encourage you, if you have a Bible handy, to open it up and give that puppy a read?

Cheery, isn’t it?

This is one of the few psalms that offers no expression of hope. The psalmist, most likely a dude called Heman (for all you fellow children of the 80’s, I dare you to tell me that isn’t cool), is in complete, full-throttle anguish.

He’s basically crying out to God, “Why are these bad things happening? Why am I in such agony? Why haven’t you showed up yet?”

Only unlike other anguish-soaked psalms, this one does not end in a revelation of God’s greatness or goodness.

Heman declares, “Darkness is my closest friend.”

And the curtains close. Cue the music. Show is over.

I sat there, curled up on my couch, wondering, “Now how in the world did this get in there?”

What did God want to teach me about Himself from this psalm? Why was it a part of Scripture?

As I sat with those questions, a couple faces came to mind. Dear friends, who as of late, have gone through the ringer of suffering. Friends who are weary and beat-down and could easily ask, “Where are you God? Why is this happening?”

Can you relate, loved one? Do you find yourself feeling like a bag of dry bones?

Then perhaps Psalm 88 can offer some comfort after all.

Because the one clear answer that kept coming to mind from this God who doesn’t always put a stop to the pain was this:

We are allowed to grieve.

We do not have to put on that blasted happy face and tell the world we’re okay when we aren’t.

Friends, we are allowed to grieve.

But as sons and daughters of the Most High, He wants us to grieve with Him, not apart from Him.

Let’s take a page from Martha and Mary’s book.

When their brother, Lazarus, fell ill, they sent word to Jesus to come quick because his friend was dying.

Mary and Martha knew Jesus could heal Lazarus. They knew it with every fiber of their being.

But what did Jesus do?

Did he drop everything and rush to Lazarus’ bedside?

No.

He stayed where he was for two more days.

Can you imagine being Mary and Martha? Waiting with heavy, desperate hearts. Watching the door for the first sign of Jesus as their brother grew sicker and sicker and eventually….died.

These sisters grieved.

But then we read this verse:

When Martha got word that Jesus was coming, she went to meet him.

She didn’t avoid Jesus or refuse to see Him, because forget Him.

As soon as she found out He was coming, she went to Him. And she said, “Lord, if only you had been here….”

Then Mary arrives and she falls at Jesus’ feet and she cries, “Lord, if only you had been here, my brother would not have died.”

Can you hear it? The desperation?

WHERE WERE YOU, JESUS? WHY WEREN’T YOU HERE?

These sisters were troubled. But they took their troubled hearts to the man they knew as Lord.

And here comes the most beautiful part of the story. The shortest, but perhaps one of the most profound verses in the Bible.

Jesus wept.

What can psalm 88 and this story teach us about God?

He grieves with us.

Even though He knows the entire story, even though He knows the insane, off-the-hook hope in store for those who trust Him, He grieves with us in our moments.

Even though He knew that in two seconds, He would roll that stone aside and breathe life into Lazarus’ dry bones, He wept with these sisters.

And when all hope seemed lost, He shouted, “Lazarus, come out!”

And the dead man came out, his hands and feet bound in graveclothes….

And this Jesus who could heal the sick became a Jesus who could raise the dead.

Let’s Talk: Are you hurting with Jesus, or are you hurting away from Him?

If you’d like to read a story about God’s ability to breathe hope and beauty into our broken lives, check out the first three chapters of my debut novel, Wildflowers from Winter.