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What I'm Reading: 101 Cups of Water

C.D. Baker's latest book, 101 Cups of Water begins, I can't live the Christian life. Don't tell anyone, but I've tried and tried and I can't. I haven't loved God with all my heart, soul, and mind, and I certainly haven't loved my neighbors as myself. That simple admission was all I needed to keep reading through these brief essays about faith and spirit.

As I combed through the book, I was relieved to know that someone else feels the same frustrations with limitations (A Cup of Reality) and shame at bouts with depression (A Cup of Health). The writing is refreshingly honest, like when he admits that Jesus sometimes bores him (A Cup of Excitement). This is my brand of Christianity--the place where we can be honest with ourselves, with each other, and with God about who we are and the workings of our souls. After all, the One who created us knows us better than we know ourselves.

Then there are the pictures! Each essay has an accompanying picture that relates somehow to water. Think cups. And more cups. There are some stunning photographs of ice on plants and shells. They are all absolutely beautiful, and I wish the photographer was credited somewhere in the book. (I can only assume it was the author.)

I am in love with this book right now. It feels like having a girlfriend by my side nodding her head as I carry on with my woes about my own inadequacies and insecurities. We know each other. We understand each other. We accept each other. Ahh.

P.S. The publisher has given me 2 books to give away. If you would like one, send me an email at frabjouspoet@yahoo.com with your address, and I'll get it shipped out.

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