"Rumours of another world"

Andrea and I were online, sharing books, and exchanging favourite prose passages. Such a delight to be able to do tt btw! :)I truly believe it is important for us to be inspired everyday....and thank God for these awesome writers, who help us cultivate that 'lens of wonder' to view the world with.

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I was recommending Philip Yancey to her, when I stumbled upon this beautiful quote, from the first page of his bk "Rumours Of Another World: What On Earth Are We Missing?"

"The most beautiful thing we can explore is the mysterious.
It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this
emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and
stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed."
- Albert Einstein

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This is the writer that Andrea recommended to me in return, Donald Miller. I'm quite excited to start reading his books! He writes prose with breath-taking imagery. Here are some swoon-worthy samples of his writings from his books "Blue like Jazz"
and "Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and the Open Road"
. (Even the titles are gorgeous lor!)

" I once listened to an Indian on television say that God was in the wind and the water, and I wondered how beautiful that was because it meant that you could swim in Him or have him brush your face in a breeze..."


"IT IS FALL HERE NOW, MY FAVORITE OF THE FOUR seasons. We get all four here, and they come at us under the doors, in through the windows. One morning you wake and need blankets; you take the fan out of the window to see clouds that mist out by midmorning, only to reveal a naked blue coolness like God yawning.

September is perfect Oregon. The blocks line up like postcards and the rosebuds bloom into themselves like children at bedtime. And in Portland we are proud of our roses; year after year, we are proud of them. When they are done, we sit in the parks and read stories into the air, whispering the gardens to sleep."


"I bought the lie that the academic life had to be separate from relational experience, as though God only wanted us to learn cognitive ideas, as if the heart of a man were only created to resonate with movies. No, life cannot be understood flat on a page. It has to be lived; a person has to get out of his head, has to fall in love, has to memorize poems, has to jump off bridges into rivers, has to stand in an empty desert and whisper sonnets under his breath:

I'll tell you how the sun rose
A ribbon at a time.."