Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me

I read this book by Ian Cron back in the fall. (I mentioned it as one of my favorite reads from 2011).

Simply put, Ian Cron is a beautiful storyteller. What's amazing, though, is this isn't fictional. This isn't some conjured-up story about a boy in some far off place. No, this is real, flesh-and-blood heartache, alcoholic dad, searching for meaning and losing it , and then finding faith, and grace, in the midst of it all. It's one of those books that makes itself available to you. You don't have to force yourself to read it. It almost just reads itself.

Cron writes with humor, honesty and beauty. His story is all at once heartbreaking, and hilarious. I tore through this book, and laughed and cried my way through it. Cron does not shy away from dealing with the heavier things of life; he instead plunges straight into them. Much like what Cron found on the other side of despair and pain, the reader is left with hope in the grace of God.

This book deserves to be alongside Anne Lamont, Donald Miller and Frederick Buechner, for its real, authentic look at life, and its mix of joy, grace and pain.

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