A Burning In My Bones
I have been fortunate in life in that I’ve always had friends who tried to overcome my ignorance by recommending I read authors that they knew personally or whose works they knew so well that it appeared that they knew them.
My beloved friend Sarah had studied under Eugene Peterson and suggested that perhaps I would benefit from hearing him…instead of just regurgitating the venom spewed by my truly Reformed compatriots.
Peterson was a revelation in more ways than I can recount and actually laid the groundwork to the road that led me out of the Reformed and onto the path that eventually ended in Anglicanism.
His autobiography, “The Pastor” is the best volume on pastoral ministry since Richard Baxter.
Peterson gave Collier full access to journals, notes, and family…to the degree that there were places in the narrative where i felt like I was intruding into places too personal to speak of.
Peterson allowed such for a reason…it would be pastorally helpful for those who read it.
Evangelicals who loved to loathe Peterson will find new ammunition here.
He was comfortable with mystery and he…most importantly to me…always chose pastoral care over doctrinal proclamations.
He leaned toward universalism and he wrestled mightily with the issue of same sex marriage.
He had one goal… “I want to be a saint”.
I can’t say for sure, but I think he achieved his goal…
This is an excellent book about a spiritual giant.
Though dead, he still speaks…
Buy it if you care about such…