Brad East, in the course of encouraging pastors to read fiction and poetry, describes how such reading is, in fact, a species of leisure—of Sabbath:

In a word, reading partakes of the Sabbath because reading is non-utilitarian. Like poetry, in Auden’s line, it “makes nothing happen.” It is the opposite of activism. It is a mortal threat to the anxious soul of the busybody, the savior of his parish, the CEO of his congregation, the leader without whom the world would fall to pieces.

It won’t. The world will keep spinning long after you’re dead, and it will keep spinning now, while you sit in your study and make your way through Dante. In fact, both your faith and your church will benefit far more from your having journeyed through hell and up the mountain into paradise than from your having responded to every email in your inbox. (In writing this, you understand I am chiefly addressing myself.)

The closer one’s reading habits are to the utilitarian—mining for sermon illustrations, shoring up biblical backgrounds, cribbing ideas for self-help—the further they are from the Sabbath. Pastors should already be in the ninety-ninth percentile of readers, setting aside multiple hours per day. That goes without saying: it’s right there in the job description. The question is what their diet should consist of. Francis is right that it should include fiction and poetry, the uselessness of which is precisely the uselessness of the seventh day.

A hearty Amen to the whole piece. Surely, though, Brad knows that pastors are not in the ninety-ninth percentile of readers and are not setting aside multiple hours a day for reading. Anecdotally, the pastors I’ve encountered did their reading in seminary and, once settled in a church, read perhaps a few hours a week, mostly commentaries on the text to be preached or online articles. Forget fiction or poetry; most pastors don’t read Biblical Studies or Theology. Perhaps that needs to be remedied first before moving on to these—how should we say it?—leisurely pursuits?


Charles Marsh, in a long essay in which he responds to criticisms of Strange Glory (particularly those leveled by Ferdinand Schlingensiepen), with some ruminations (selectively chosen on my part) on biography as a genre and his approach to his subject, Dietrich Bonhoeffer:

The biographer feasts upon the singularities of lived experience. […]

As Leon Edel writes, “Biography is a record, in words, of something that is as mercurial and as flowing, as compact of temperament and emotion, as the human spirit itself.” To which I would add that biography is memory of particular bodies committed to narrative. […]

My approach was to portray Bonhoeffer in his singular complexity, which is to say, his strange glory. […]

At the level of craft, telling a theological life should be no different than telling any other kind of life. Every good biographer maintains the desire to save a personality from the clutch of familiarity. The challenge is in determining how to enlist the tenets of belief in service to story. The infinite does not appear in the dramatis personae; instead, theologians enumerate transcendence under the terms of specific doctrinal commitments. It may be said of the theological biography that it tells a life out of a “higher satisfaction” (to borrow a phrase from Bonhoeffer), but this should not be taken as a method or dogma. The theological biographer writes with the hope of rendering the character’s faith as vivid and credible elements of the story. Otherwise I feel rather agnostic toward the idea of a theological biography. […]

Biography is built on historical reality, of course, but its purpose is finding the truth in the life. This does not mean finding the authentic or essential self but the patterns and manners, “the doubts and vulnerabilities, ambitions and private satisfactions that are hidden within the social personality.” […]

Biography came to me as a quest to capture what Hermione Lee describes as “the ‘vital spark’ of the human subject.” To readers familiar with Bonhoeffer’s story, I wanted to create a sense of discovery so that they could encounter him as if for the first time, encounter him in his strange glory. For those unfamiliar with Bonhoeffer, I wanted to do all the things biographers hope for when they write well: approximate in narrative nonfiction “the presence of recognizable, approachable life . . . to catch the special gleam of character.”


Finished reading: Strange Glory by Charles Marsh 📚

A truly great biography. Marsh succeeds brilliantly in rendering a concrete, flesh-and-blood Bonhoeffer. Marsh’s prose is lyrical, his grasp of Bonhoeffer’s thought is deep without being tedious, and his narrative pacing is expert. I expect to be haunted by Strange Glory for quite some time.


Currently reading: Uprooted by Grace Olmstead 📚


right before we loaded up for the return trip to Austin





on the way up to Pike’s Peak