I had the privilege of getting an early copy, so this is
what you will see on the back of the book:
“Funny, honest, and brave, Glennon Melton joins the ranks of
Anne Lamott, Sara Miles,and Barbara Brown Taylor by giving her readers a
precious gift: permission--permission to doubt, permission to believe,
permission to struggle, permission to laugh, permission to tell the truth, and
permission to do it all imperfectly. Carry On, Warrior takes its
place among the best of spiritual memoirs as the kind of book readers will want
to return to again and again. It reads like a conversation with a close friend,
but impacts the heart like an encounter with the divine.” - Rachel Held Evans, author of "A Year of Biblical Womanhood" and "Evolving in Monkey Town.'
In other words, I liked it. A lot.
(And it's not just because Glennon and I share an affinity for monkeys!)
Second, I want to tell you about a guest post I wrote over at
Momastery. It’s about what I like to think is something of the Hebrew equivalent to “Carry
on Warrior”: Eshet chayil, Woman of Valor. Here’s how it starts:
Dear Monkees,
I don’t know about you, but I can’t make heads or tails out
of my faith until someone puts it into poetry.
All the
theology, doctrine, creeds, and confessions in the world can never explain it like
Emily does. It’s “the thing with feathers / that perches in the soul / and
sings the tune without the words, / and never stops at all.”
Yep. That
sounds about right.
And so I
shouldn’t have been surprised that when I was struggling the most to feel like
a worthy woman, when I was tired and frustrated and crying out for faith, this
recovering fundamentalist bumped into the Hebrew equivalent of “Carry On,
Warrior,” in a 3,000-year-old poem I used to secretly hate…
