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Book Review: Love, Imperfectly Known

Love, Imperfectly Known: Beyond Spontaneous Representations of God

Love, Imperfectly Known
by Brother Emmanuel of Taizé

As book reviews go, I think this one is likely to be a little unfair.

Concerning Love, Imperfectly Known by the Christian monk and mystic, Brother Emmanuel of Taizé: it’s hard for me to be objective about a book that I have grown to adore so personally. This disturbs me a little bit. I would like to lay this out to you in its component parts. I should offer you pros and cons, and cross-comparisons. I should not be so dramatically affected by a book, that I cannot help you to make your own, informed decisions.

So, I am apologizing to you in advance, for my bias. If clinical impartiality is what you need in a book review, then you should stop reading now. But, for those who wish to know why this book has so completely captured my heart, then please, read on. Continue reading

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It sounds almost obscene, coming from me.  Harold Greene was a world famous intellect, leader, diplomat, and soldier.  I was a contractor who served at Fort Hood, under the “Good Enough” software integration build back in 2004 – 2006.  He was a Colonel, then, stationed at Ft. Monmouth, who was heading up the effort.  I was the engineer at Hood that didn’t fit in, with no military history, a thin skin, and no real clue about how to navigate a tense, fast-paced work environment.  And so, it sounds almost obscene, but I will say it anyway:  Colonel Greene was my friend. Continue reading

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Kyle worked for my mother, as a student proctor in the developmental math lab at Lamar University.  He was witty, charming, endearing, sensitive, and about 10 years older than me.  As a dewey-eyed 18 year old, I thought he was perfect.  I wanted to date him in the worst way, but it was not to be.  First of all, Mom was his boss, and so it would have been weird.  Secondly, he was committed in a long-term relationship.  But even more important:  Kyle was gay.  Continue reading

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