I was commenting in Kar Yong's blog in his post, Books...books...books..., that in my case it will be "no books...no books...no books". Well, talk about speaking too soon.
I was in Pustaka SUFES this morning to pick up some books for the church library. I went there gritting my teeth as I enter the bookstore that I won't get any books for myself. I did not grit hard enough. The only consolation --or not-- is that I came away with two not-so-Kar-Yong-serious books.
Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth
Prayers of Walter Brueggemann
I bought it because I was captivated by his poetrical prayers, like this one: Retext us. We confess you to be text-maker, text-giver, text-worker, and we find ourselves addressed by your giving, making, working. So now we bid you, re-text us by your spirit.
(for copyright purpose, I will not reproduce the entire prayer here.)
The second book? Well, it is kind of a secret I cannot disclose here. And if you are one who can't live without trying to solve all the mysteries in the world, anobii is the clue. :)
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